DragonofTheWest

Lost Lands - A Medieval Fantasy RP

Deep within Midgate’s Fort in the Dining Hall a small crowd had gathered. For many of the Yulian soldiers this was just another day as part of their daily routine. But for some time now the faces had gathered in the dining hall, every morning for one particular reason.
War Stories

Considering the cold weather outside there wasn’t much need to be in the outdoors unless of course you were one of the poor fools who had to sit out in the rain. Still most story telling settings like this wouldn’t be special unless of course, the crowd had a special guest. At the center of attention sat one of Yulian’s most decorated knights, Sir Lucius Cassel. Even in fine leather the man still looked every bit like the glorified war hero. Lucius sat tall, his shoulders broad and his face shaven and most important of all, he had a certain charisma that at least for the most part, other soldiers wanted to be around him.

“You know Sir Lucius. It’s going to be a shame when you leave. I know you intend to ride for the capital soon but your visit here has been appreciated” Lucius turned to look at the young lad who spoke. He always had time to share some stories, it helped pass the time especially when he was in a rather boring situation such as this. Considering this was a relatively time of peace, there was little need for individuals like him to be constantly on the move. With no battles to fight, Lucius felt it would be a shame if he never got to visit the famed Midgate prison. Fortunately for him, he had nothing but time.

”I’m just happy that I’ve had such a warm reception. Always good to be surrounded by my good countrymen” Lucius replied as the men around him cheered as they lightly tapped their mugs against the wooden table in approval. “So just one more story Sir Cassel, maybe about one of those other Wolf Knights, I’m sure you have another.” Ah yes, another story request. Lucius chuckled “Oh right... let me see.” Lucius replied taking several moments to gather his thoughts. “Sorry lads if I’m taking long. Once you kill one Aressan knight, they all start to look the same. And when they start swinging whatever they get their hands on with their ridiculous helmets you almost stop and think, this is it? These are the famed Wolf Knights?” The men around Lucius laughed a bit uneasily. It was easy to be around someone like Lucius… if they could stand his bravado. The young knight may have had good intentions making jokes about the Aressan but it was subtle reminder to the men gathered that not all of them were talented with a blade. .. or even talented enough to casually brag about killing Wolf Knights in single combat as if it was just another day on the job.

“Anyways…“ Finally Lucius had a story “I forgot the poor bastards name but there was this one battle. I believe it was close to their capital but we had broken through several defensive settlements and managed to find this beaten down army, caught out in the open during a heavy fog. It seemed simple enough so we had our infantry engage their lines to try and hold them in place. Our shield wall infantry soaked it all in, stones, arrows. spears… you name it, they couldn’t break the lines. The idea was simple, we would pin their army in place while our mages attacked safely from the rear in standard Yulian army doctrine. Now in previous battles, Aressan knights used to counter this by riding around our lines and hit us from the rear but we anticipated this” Lucius paused his story and took a glance around the room, all the men gathered had their eyes on him, curious on the story’s conclusion.

“When the Wolf Knights charged out from their lines seeking to hit the mages we had men break off from the initial main lines to support the flanks. All of a sudden they start panicking because they are starting to get picked off and their organized charge just fell to shit” Lucius again chuckled as his eyes focused on the floor his once light tone now more serious in nature as it felt like Lucius was seemingly reliving the whole situation. “That’s when we appeared out of the fog. We watched them time and time again try to outflank us but this time we were ready. I led a heavy cavalry group, some 500 men. While our infantry held the enemy in place we managed to sneak our cavalry behind them. They were so focused on our mages they kept their eyes forward. It took some time but when we managed to maneuver behind them… it was over. We charged straight at them, horns blaring, you should have seen the looks on their faces. Their lines broke almost immediately and it was utter chaos as we picked them off with ease.” Lucius looked up, the men were still focused on him causing him to smirk as he neared the conclusion. “Then there was one of them Wolf Knights. The battle had gone so chaotic I could see he was barely able to stop his horse from galloping in a circle, poor lad almost got thrown off. But then he saw me and tugged on the reigns and pointed his sword at me and shouted something but I couldn’t hear him, not when his fellow men were dying all around him”. The story at least at the point had lightened up a bit. The men gathered chuckled at the line.
“So of course I raise my sword and point right back at him and charged. And now here we are both on horseback riding fast at one another when all of a sudden just as we are about seconds from contact a damn fireball hits the guy right on the side, throwing him of his horse. And to be honest with you, I was rather disappointed. The battle is just about won at this point so I dismount and walk over to the guy who’s struggling to stand. I’m thinking should I even kill him, the guy can barely fight back…”

Suddenly the doors into the dining hall sprang open rather excitedly. “Forgive me… Sir Cassel, I uhh…” The young teenage messenger fumbled with his words, surprised on how quickly the group of men turned to look at him “Out with it boy” Lucius replied, not exactly fond of being interrupted. “Forgive me, it’s just… the new Inquisitor as arrived. I figured you would want to meet them.”

“Already?” Lucius replied. He was expecting this but perhaps not this soon… maybe he really had stayed at this fort for too long. “I suppose I’ll make my greetings. Good lads, a different time hmm? We should at least look a little productive now that we are under new leadership” Lucius said in a rather casual tone trying to calm the minds of the men around him. After all, they were the ones who were going to be stuck with the new Inquisitor. While Lucius didn’t particularly hate the Inquisitors, he always had a certain disdain for the way they did their duties. On the battlefield it was easy but the Inquisitors had ways to serve the King and it was rarely ever clean. As the small group broke apart and go their separate ways Lucius made his way towards the courtyard. As he felt the cold, wet air the knight blew into his hands to warm them, not expecting such a change in temperature as he eyed the newly arrived inquisitor.

Lost Lands - A Medieval Fantasy RP

Any idea when we are going to start? Seems like we got a good enough foundation

Lost Lands - A Medieval Fantasy RP

My Hider

Full Name: Lucius Cassel

Nickname: Sir Lucius, The King’s Champion

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Occupation: Knight

Kingdom of Origin: Yulia

Description: Lucius stands tall at 6'3 while years of training have shaped his body into a formidable and muscular frame. While possessing no significant or eye popping features Lucius is considered considerably handsome often earning shouts of praise from the common folk. This same appearance however comes with a presence of a man whose not fought in war, but has excelled and conquered in it.

Equipment:

Griffin’s Fire: A gold plated longsword that has been magically attuned with fire. When needed, Lucius can call upon the blade to ignite as it swings thus increasing the potential to slice through even the strongest of plate armor.

Yulian Knights Armor: (Will Fill in later… still thinking of how I wanna approach this)

War horse: Glory, a powerful white steed adored with armor and Yulian colors. While being deceptively fast, Glory main strength is in its size and power as it has to be strong enough to support the weight of its rider while also capable of riding through enemy lines in combat. No sane warrior would willingly stand in the way of this duo who have fought numerous battles together less they desire to be cut down or run over.

Personality: It’s easy to be bold and daring after emerging from war victorious. Lucius, given the honor of being the “King’s Champion” has taken his ego into new heights. His family had always produced great warriors but his innate talent blossomed during the wars against Aressa and Miriand. Lucius fears little and only holds respect for his King and the veteran battle mages that have aided him in his conquests. If you ask him personally he may hold other knights in high self esteem but in his most private thoughts, Lucius considers himself better than all others who hold the Yulian banner. His desire for greatness is absolute.

Skills: A truly talented Knight of Yulia, Lucius is noted throughout the kingdom for his exceptional skill. While he performed admirably in the war against Mirand, Lucius truly came into his own when he was said to have struck down at least a dozen notable Aressa Wolf Knights in single combat during the campaign. Combined with his horsemanship, Lucius is often seen riding in the front and being among the first to enter combat. Because of these accomplishments, Lucius has been named the "King's Champion" thus solidifying his status as one of the King's greatest warriors.

Weakness: While possessing great skills Lucius is still only a man protected mainly by his abilities and his own armor. Over confidence in his abilities and reliance on his armor has made Lucius at times sloppy, especially considering that extended conflicts can wear him out and expose him.

Fatal Flaw: Lucius by all accounts has the right to be proud and bold considering all that he has accomplished in his young age. Not one to be humbled Lucius often exposed himself to danger if it meant being able to cross swords with notable enemy warriors.Should an enemy learn of Lucius’s tendencies to glorify himself in combat or seek out personal challenges, the young Knight may find himself in a situation that even he can’t fight out of.

Brief History:

The Cassel family has long served Yulia and their loyalty has earned its rewards. By producing some of the finest soldiers, particularly knights, the Cassel family remains a leading memeber in Yulian war machine. With success comes tradition and with tradition breeds a certain kind of soldier. Lucius Cassel, oldest son of the Cassel patriach has been groomed to take on the mantle of the Cassel family name.

When the wars of conquest were under taken it was the young Lucius who eagerly awaited the day he would be called upon to serve his country. At the young age of 18 Lucius earned his chance to show his skills on the battlefield against the neighbor nation in Miriand. Admit tingly there was nothing worthy of praise against this particular country. Still Lucius spilled his fair share of blood and preformed well enough to earn notice from his superiors.

It was however against the war against Aressa that Lucius earned his reputation. Because of his previous success, Lucius was allowed to wield the family's legendary sword "Griffin's Fire" and finally come into his own. Battle after battle against the Aressa's forces was a learning experience that accelerated the young knight's growth. But with growth and experience came confidence and with a culmination of skill and will, Lucius became a notable war hero. Time after time Lucius led heavy cavalry into the heart of the enemy while seeking out the fabled Aressa Wolf Knights that were known throughout the entire continent. Lucius claims to not have kept count but rumors of at least a dozen single combat duels had more or less been confirmed with Lucius emerging victorious every time..

Lost Lands - A Medieval Fantasy RP

My Hider

Full Name: Lucius Cassel

Nickname: Sir Lucius, The King’s Champion

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Occupation: Knight

Kingdom of Origin: Yulia
Description: Lucius stands tall at 6'3 while years of training have shaped his body into a formidable and muscular frame. While possessing no significant or eye popping features Lucius is considered considerably handsome and thus has the appearance and presence of a man whose fought in war, but has excelled and conquered in it.

Equipment:

Griffin’s Fire: A gold plated longsword that has been magically attuned with fire. When needed, Lucius can call upon the blade to ignite as it swings thus increasing the potential to slice through even the strongest of plate armor.

Knights Armor: (Will Fill in later… still thinking of how I wanna approach this)

War horse: Glory, a powerful white steed adored with armor and Yulian colors. While being deceptively fast, Glory main strength is in its size and power as it has to be strong enough to support the weight of its rider while also capable of riding through enemy lines in combat. No sane warrior would willingly stand in the way of this duo who have fought numerous battles together less they desire to be cut down or run over.

Personality: It’s easy to be bold and daring after emerging from war victorious. Lucius, given the honor of being the “King’s Champion” has taken his ego into new heights. His family had always produced great warriors but his innate talent blossomed during the wars against Aressa and Miriand. Lucius fears little and only holds respect for his King and the veteran battle mages that have aided him in his conquests. If you ask him personally he may hold other knights in high self esteem but in his most private thoughts, Lucius considers himself better than all others who hold the Yulian banner. His desire for greatness is absolute.

Skills: A truly talented Knight of Yulia, Lucius is noted throughout the kingdom for his exceptional skill. While he performed admirably in the war against Mirand, Lucius truly came into his own when he was said to have struck down at least a dozen notable Aressa Wolf Knights in single combat during the campaign. Combined with his horsemanship, Lucius is often seen riding in the front and being among the first to enter combat.

Weakness: While possessing great skills Lucius is still only a man protected mainly by his abilities and his own armor. Over confidence in his abilities and reliance on his armor has made Lucius at times sloppy, especially considering that extended conflicts can wear him out and expose him.

Fatal Flaw: Lucius by all accounts has the right to be proud and bold considering all that he has accomplished in his young age. Not one to be humbled Lucius often exposed himself to danger if it meant being able to cross swords with notable enemy warriors. Should an enemy learn of Lucius’s tendencies to glorify himself in combat or seek out personal challenges, the young Knight may find himself in a situation that even he can’t fight out of.

Vampire Mafia

My Hider

Name: Dragos Dragomir

Nickname: Referred to as “Mr.Dragomir” when dealing with humans while seeks to be sought out as “Lord Dragos” when dealing with supernatural beings aware of his identity.

Age: Roughly 800 years

Family: Vampire: Head of the Dragomir Family

Bio: Roots date back to around Eastern Europe during the Medieval times. While various European lords attempted to establish dynasties, a vampiric family known as the Dragomir emerged due to their proficiency of combat. Acting as mercenary knights, the Dragomir’s fought throughout Europe’s various wars throughout the centuries, holding no permanent allegiances other than to themselves or gold. After countless battles the Dragomir’s ensured their secrecy by violently executing those who attempted to expose them having built a vast wealth that would enable them to live incredibly lavishly even into the modern day. Dragos has emerged as the longest reigning and most powerful of the Dragomirs having an established empire in New York City. He recently arrived in Oakland having established a base of operations by its ports while preparing to expand his empire towards San Francisco though those closest to him understand there is an even greater motivation on why he went out west.

Appearance: Dragos stands tall at 6'5 with a muscular, athletic appearance. In public he is often mistaken as a professional athlete and his knack for wearing expensive suits doesn't necessarily help to dissuade this illusion. Despite his age Dragos looks no older than his late 20s to early 30s.

Personality: Calculated and charismatic, very rarely does Dragos lose his temper. Due to his centuries worth of combat experience, Dragos can be incredibly confident regarding his abilities while also having the habit of talking down to those he see's beneath him. Dragos however does respect power and courage and despite his own ambitions is willing to compromise even with other heads of vampire families if there is something positive to gain.

Special Power: Pyromancy

Other: Currently armed with two dessert eagles while also still possessing the same sword he’s used back in his medieval conflicts. His sword is considered his ultimate weapon only using it if the situation calls for it. Due to his vast wealth Dragos also has access to a variety of cars that he has brought with him to Oakland. His favorite and most used is an all black Bugatti Chiron.

Vampire Mafia

My Hider

Name: Dragos Dragomir

Nickname: Referred to as “Mr.Dragomir” when dealing with humans while seeks to be sought outas “Lord Dragos” when dealing with supernatural beings aware of his identity.

Age: Roughly 800 years

Family: Vampire: Head of the Dragomir Family

Bio: Roots date back to around Eastern Europe during the Medieval times. While various European lords attempted to establish dynasties, a vampiric family known as the Dragomir emerged due to their proficiency of combat. Acting as mercenary knights, the Dragomir’s fought throughout Europe’s various wars throughout the centuries, holding no permanent allegiances other than to themselves or gold. After countless battles the Dragomir’s ensured their secrecy by violently executing those who attempted to expose them having built a vast wealth that would enable them to live incredibly lavishly even into the modern day. Dragos has emerged as the longest reigning and most powerful of the Dragomirs having an established empire in New York City. He recently arrived in Oakland having established a base of operations by its ports while preparing to expand his empire towards San Francisco.

Appearance: Dragos stands tall at 6'5 with a muscular, athletic appearance. In public he is often mistaken as a professional athlete and his knack for wearing expensive suits doesn't necessarily help to dissuade this illusion. Despite his age Dragos looks no older than his late 20s to early 30s.

Personality: Calculated and charismatic, very rarely does Dragos lose his temper. Due to his centuries worth of combat experience, Dragos can be incredibly confident regarding his abilities while also having the habit of talking down to those he see's beneath him. Dragos however does respect power and courage and despite his own ambitions is willing to compromise even with other heads of vampire families if there is something positive to gain.

Special Power: Pyromancy

Other: Currently armed with two dessert eagles while also still possessing the same sword he’s used back in his medieval conflicts. His sword is considered his ultimate weapon only using it if the situation calls for it. Due to his vast wealth Dragos also has access to a variety of cars that he has brought with him to Oakland. His favorite and most used is an all black lamborgini aventador.