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In Frostridge 3 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Frostridge.

The world has changed.
What exactly caused it never came to light, but what was told from word on mouth was that a great cataclysm caused the near extermination of man. A few places remained untouched at first but that was before the Great Winter came.
Winters grew more long and harsh forcing humanity to bundle together in settlements and taking care of one another.
Countries ceased to be, the greater and more powerful cities however sought to control their people and control the food supply, thus forcing most of the smaller nearby towns into contracts that felt more like nooses, ready to be tightened and be made to obey.
These cities formed the Empirical Conclave, carving out large chunks of land to add as theirs, after all the people had to be fed.

Frostridge and the others would have been swallowed too if it hadn’t been for what lurked in the darkness of night and had seemed to come after the first long winter.
Them.
The Creatures.
Predators that hunted at night with a preference for humans since they were slow and weak.
Towns were exterminated, those that had tried to fight them perished. Hunting parties never returned.
Safe for one.
A young boy then had been spared when it had stumbled into a field of flowers. Snow’s Mercy’s to be exact.
It had been enough to cease the attacking creatures until daylight finally drove them away.
Ever since that incident people hard used the small blue starlike flower in the necklaces around their neck and as wreaths upon their door. They grew them around their houses making sure that their places would be protected that way.
It had halted the raids on villages and Frostridge itself hadn’t had another incident like it not until 6 years ago…

The Elders had come home with the lifeless bodies of Edwin and Aliena Ramsley, the wreaths had been found torn from their necks and later had been recovered.
No one knew exactly what had happened and the Elders more or less silenced any rumours on the matter. The children that were left behind were offered to be taken in by other families, but the eldest girl refused. Selene insisted she could take care of her brother and sister even though she was just 15.
She demanded a chance to prove herself and so the Elders agreed.
Like all other families she had to make sure they could contribute to the village, therefore a fixed tribute was required; a toll if you will so the village would be able to supply everyone with their rations for the winter. Farmers offered crops, Hunters offered game, Crafters and Smiths offered their tools and services and all depended on trading something back for it of value.
Now Selene had kept faith and had been able to provide the required tribute each year, but things were about to change this particular year….
thrown mine in there
CS
Name: Evelyn (Evy for short)
Age: 13 years old
Gender: Evy is a girl.
Personality: She's generally a loner, not wanting to be in the spotlight or have to deal with fake people who smile and stab you in the back. She's a kind person, a tad proud and has always been insulted with the fact that shallow people get ahead in life when they're popular and pretty.

Likes: Books, Metal, Fantasy, Games, Swords, Pizza and Sushi.
Animals in general too, safe for those tiny annoying barking dogs.
Dislikes: Anything popular, popmusic, bitchy people, basically anyone that would 'bother her' or tell her they don't know who Led Zeppelin are or that think Riverdale is better than Pride and Prejudice.
Image:
Character they are playing: Valka Whisper
Race: Half Elf
Class: Fighter

(I'm assuming we're going to start at lvl 1? After all with Tim being the unwilling DM.)
The skies over the city of Olysium had darkened.
The rumbling of Thunder and roaring of machines filled the air.
When the barrage of explosions stopped in order for the guns to reload, the cries of dragon and men alike filled up the silence.
Forces of Nature and Warcraft clashed and collided accompanied by the bright flashes of fire and lightning painting the Skies.
The Hearthguard had dug in deep, holding the line trying to stop the enemy from even stepping onto Belisio’s soil.
Vaim’s invasion force had come up from the Deep Sky, ready to carve out a new victory.
Ready to conquer the stronghold of the old enemy.
Sack the Blue Opal, their fabled capital and break the back of the resistance.
Once they had been so close to conquering the world of Ith. Their Sorcerer King would have reigned supreme, if it hadn’t been for the coalition of nations.
Belisio then had been the sword to hold off their hammer from coming down on the rest of the other nations.
Nations such as the Isles of Sacheron or the smaller kingdoms of Leonix and Arfalle.
They would crumble and fall without the support of mighty Belisio.
Therefore Vaim would not make the same mistake in underestimating this old rival besides who would you turn to when your biggest player gets swept off the board. When your strongest ally gets Humiliated and Subjugated…
This was what the generals were told and as a good soldiers they would follow the command of their betters and do the will of the Empire.
They would succeed where their forebears did not.
They would break the resistance's back and crush the enemy.
For the glory of the Empire, for the Future of Vaim.
The Sky rumbled again as lightning cracked and cut through it, as mages aimed it at the approaching frigates. The Steel beasts opened their hatches and unleashed their holds.
The hordes of soldiers, flying on contraptions of cloth, wood and steel, flew out to engage the enemy. Fighters to swarm and tackle the dragon riders, keeping them occupied whilst the large gun turrets on the frigates slowly rotated lining up to prepare a volley.
Smaller Belisian vessels bravely charged in, knowing that only constant movement would give them a chance against the colosal behemoths of the Empire.
The Knights rode out on their dragons taking a frontal charge towards the enemy’s line, knowing they needed to get a way in only to scatter and be forced to break up their formation by the approaching fighters.
Brave soldiers picked up the weapons and jobs of their fallen comrades, watching Hell be unleashed upon them. Mage, Knight and Soldier were not spared, they were blown to bits and blasted to shreds, their limbs and lives torn from their frail bodies. Standing and Falling over and over.
The Hearthguard itself had set up their defense at the edge of the city, taking a huge gamble, but figured they needed to make the most of the little time they had to prepare. They send out everything they had when it came to heavy weaponry. Large Cannon and Catapult, Ballista and Trebuchet had been brought out and fired to the point where they had shaped the very earth around them.
Blood, Sweat, Piss and Tears mixed with Earth, Metal and Flesh as spells and ammo filled the skies and lifeless bodies littered the soil.

“HOLD THE LINE!” Angry shouts cried out as leaders tried to rally their troops.
“Send them to HELL boys!” One of the Knight cried before he was obliterated by a salvo of one of the large frigates.
The Knight Commander attempted to maintain order in this extreme chaos as he picked up rookie and traumatized veteran alike forcing them back to their posts or sending them out to hold a position.
His current concern was the railgun that now remained silent because the crew operating it had been literally mowed down by gunfire.
“Keep Firing! You hear me! FIRE that damn thing!!” He shouted ordering a crying rookie into the position at the railgun. The Knight Commander shoved him towards the lever.
“Don’t you dare cry you piss-ant!” Grab ahold of your f*cking balls!” The man intimidatingly ordered.
When the boy didn’t quit crying quickly enough the Knight Commander backhanded him. This snapped the boy out of it and made him look up in terror at the Knight Commander.
“What are you waiting for an invitation! Fire that thing and make them pay!”
The poor boy that barely had the fuzz of his first beard, held a hand to cheek where he had been hit only to nod to the Knight Commander before he moved into action again. He had to step over the corpse of his fellow soldier, a man twice his age to be able to operate the thing.
“FIRE! Keep Firing that thing until it melts!” the Knight Commander yelled again as the boy turned knobs and activated the loading of the gun, attempting to start it up again.
Thus the barrage continued, Dragon riders danced a deadly dance with the Vaimese Fighters up in the air as lance and gun went up against one another.

Meanwhile on the bridge of the largest of the Vaimese vessels; The Imperator, an elderly man took stock of the situation.
He was tall, dressed in dark armour, safe for his helmet which was held by his aide.
He was a man carved and formed by the battlefield. Lines and wrinkles were etched into his face as well as a large and deep scar that ran from the top of his forehead over his eyebrow and cheek downwards.
His eye had been replaced by a simple cold milky white stone to fill up the hole and had been sown into place.
Dark grey hairs were sleeked backwards as his one eye was focused on the viewing screens in front of him. They were displaying different sights of the battlefield.
“Where are you, you old bastard?” Was the softest question whispered over his lips, clearly he was looking for someone before another armoured soldier approached him drawing his attention away from the screens for a moment.
“General, the Guns are ready, do you wish we fire them upon the city?”
“Not yet. We shall wait with that until ‘he’ shows up. I want to see the horror in his eyes when I carve out his heart and force him to choke on it.” The man spoke in a deadly and calm manner.
“As you wish Sir.” The soldier replied instantly.
“For now keep concentrating on the Centre of the Hearth Guard’s Defense, if we manage to rip their lines apart their once mighty and famous resolve might falter and we can swoop in for the killing blow. Also tell the Arsenni Brigade to take out that railgun it could become a nuissance later.”
The soldier nodded and bowed in reference before passing the orders along to the rest on the bridge.
The cold calculating eye focused again on the screens as another aide handed him a goblet of wine.
He swirled the goblet’s contents before taking a first taste, he could hardly suppress a sadistic smile, they had brought him Belisian wine, known for its deep red colour and its flavourfull rich earthy undertones.
“One could easily imagine that one is drinking the blood of one’s enemies, like those tales of old.” He commented before he eyed the screen again. “Though there is only one enemy who’s blood I would bottle up and drink for sake of vengeance.” He spoke darkly swirling the dark red liquid again.
As he lifted the goblet to take another sip his eye was suddenly glued to the screen and his arm stopped moving halfway up.
“There you are…” his voice held eagerness and surprise, as he moved in closer to the screen to see his old enemy properly again.
“Venray!”
Then consider me in, already have a great idea for a character.
Well that depends would Tobi be up in the air too?
And we'll have to cross the battlelines to cross borders...so I'll leaving that up to you.
All you need to know is we're heading straight into danger in the hopes of using our stealth and speed to not become a target.
bumping this back up
So if you're still looking I'm game.
It all sounds fun though my preference would be either the Doomsday, Heroes or the Mob story.
As the household staff made their preparations to pack the essentials and prepare for a possible swift departure, Lord Pharlan was coordinating house and kitchen staff.
He ordered them to pack the necessary things first and bring out the all the different carriages.
“Taffle strap the travelling bags and suitcases on top if we have to leave priority is we take everyone with us first.” He said before another groomsman came out with a box filled with documentation.
“Carrett cease your packing and help Mr Bairn with the mounts, we can worry about the material stuff later whilst he could use an extra hand preparing them for our departure.”
“Yes, my Lord.”
“Taffle tell everyone our destination is the Venray Estate, should the Skies forbid, we leave someone behind they at the very least have a heading of where to go. Also, I want the coaches and carriages checked off before departure.” Taffle replied affirmatively as he finished strapping on the last initial travelling case on the family carriage.
“Ask Mrs. Morlan to provide us with lists so we can divide our as best we can! If we can get everyone out in one go then the better. Should we need one extra rental order it now and send the youngest off first, for I doubt that with all the chaos the city is going to be in when the enemy does break through we’ll be able to get any of the rentals.” Lord Pharlan ordered as kitchen maids and butlers ran back and forth with packed goods and other bits and pieces.
The elderly staff coordinated the operation, surgically the different groups working together like a well-oiled machine .
Amidst all this chaos Tyrhallan had changed into his red armour and had looked for his mother.
The venerable lady was busy making lists with Mrs. Morlan, making arrangements for the different groups. Pulling her away from her work Tyrhallan took his mother aside and into a room that would be less disturbed.
With one look the lady was informed of what her son and his friends were going to do.
“You won’t be coming with us.” Her words were soft and tentative, almost wishing her words would be rebuked.
But only confirmation followed.
Realizing this she straightened her back, her eyes staring through to his soul to make sure she read him correctly, searching for his downcast eyes before a saddened glance passed over her own as she listened to her son.
“The young lady has decided that they should move on, as a knight and friend I feel responsible for their well-being. I..I have to see them off somewhere safe.” He spoke wishing to assure his mother that all would be well. However knowing practically nothing of what they were heading into, he could only maintain a level of stoic pragmatism, a trait he developed as a soldier, before some courtesy slipped back in.
“So forgive us for leaving you so soon again. I can speak for Eilis and Arn as well. We would have loved nothing more to remain with you, but it is not meant to be.” Tyrhallan explained still maintaining the secrecy of who or what Eilis actually was. He wasn’t really sure himself.
Lady Venray nodded.
“I see, well you all are forgiven my son.” She spoke deftly trying to maintain some form of protocol, before worry etched itself slowly on her face.
“As I told your Uncle before. I hope I will one day hear ‘all’ of the particulars that have come to pass regarding our guests.” She more or less asked indirectly, before she took hold of her sons armour and tugged it to check its strength.
Tyrhallan sighed.
“Undoubtedly you have earned that right more than anyone else, but for now nothing is certain.”
“Then I shall ask no further.” She nodded before she took hold of his head and forced him to bend down so she could kiss his brow.
“Tyr, be careful.” She pleaded with not just her words.
“I will do our family proud mother.”
“To hell with the family pride, I want you back you hear.” She ordered before she released him.
He nodded curtly and bowed before he turned and walked out, leaving his mother and heading back to the garden, to the stables where his father’s wyverns were stored.
Dannesh had brought out and prepared two of Lord Pharlan’s ‘prized beauty’s’.
Wyverns a subspecies of smaller winged dragons with smooth scales of a dark grey hue and hooked talons attached to its wings instead of an extra pair of arms.
Strong thick legs supported the beast and a smooth tail tipped with a diamond shaped protrusion of hardened bone.
Intelligent serpentine like eyes regarded them as the harness and saddle received their check to be snugly secured.
Tyrhallan greeted Eilis and Arn there nodding approvingly at the change of Eilis’s outfit recognizing its design, but focusing on the Wyverns instead.
Dannesh bowed to Tyrhallan quickly explaining what he had taken care of.
“I took out your father’s fastest, Umbra and Viscera, you’ll be able to outrun most other mounts then, normal dragons after all are heavier and these guys be less visible when you stick to the clouds. Also I prepped some rations for at least a week’s worth, should you have no time to stop. Last, but not least I put a couple of useful extra’s in there.”
“Extra’s?”
“Nothing too dramatic, couple of light grenades, a few smoke and gas bombs and a couple of extra daggers and an extra shot of fuel just to be sure.” Dannesh replied. “Mind you the fuel’s only good for approximately 20 to 30 minutes max. so please don’t overdo it your lordship.” The servant stated with a serious expression handing him a compass with a map.
“Thank you Dannesh, I honestly would be going out there in shambles were it not for your help.”
“You needn’t thank me yet sir, you may do so upon your return. So you’ll have a promise to keep.” The young man said as he looked up at the knight with a worried expression, though he tried to smile professionally for Tyrhallan’s sake.
Tyr patted him on the shoulder before he took the reins of Viscera, leaving the its slightly bigger brother for Arn and Eilis.
Dannesh helped Eilis into the unusual makeshift saddle first. He had strapped two together, so it essentially became a double, one needed to be properly secured into it, so one would not risk falling off the Wyvern when it made its ascent and its acrobatics in the air.
After Eilis was strapped in, he helped Arn into the other saddle, he allowed him to strap himself in, before showing them both how to get out of them again.
“Remember, trust Umbra to find the safest winds to travel, but should you wish to change course simple tugs on the reins will do with the following commands.” Dannesh said giving Arn a quick run through of everything.
“I chose Umbra because he’s build for speed and has the better temper, even with your inexperience Umbra is inclined to listen to decisive commands.” Dannesh explained as he handed the reins over, before patting Eilis on her leg.
“Good luck Miss, may your Skies be clear.”
Tyr meanwhile had strapped himself in doing his own checkup before he waited for Arn and Eilis to be ready.
With all the words said and done Tyrhallan nodded to Dannesh before another explosion rocked the skies and thundered through the air.
The Wyverns cried in disapproval at it and Tyr eyed the Southern sky seeing dark smoke rise up in the distance.
“Time to leave!” He shouted before he commanded Viscera to go.
“AH-CE!” The creature’s powerful legs thrust itself up diving into the air above, simultaneously its wings pushed downwards to press and push the air down below them, cutting through the air with ease and a smoothness that rivalled the clouds. When high up enough it circled and waited for Umbra.
Hardly needing any encouragement from Arn Umbra followed its brother up into the air. Circling around Viscera as Tyrhallan shouted.
“We’ll be head South first, we’ll need to pass the battle lines, but we should be fine on these. We’ll take a break before we reach the Rift, discuss the road further when we get there!” He shouted before he loosened up on the reins he was holding allowing Viscera to speed ahead.
Eilis couldn’t help but glance behind her at Arn as she was so high up, as she touched behind her to feel his leg, wanting to grab hold of something more than the handle on the saddle.
“Arn…I am not a fan of heights…” She blurted out in slight terror, trying to not looked down as she held on for dear life.
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