DragonofTheWest

Return of Erelith

Eil Orliad: The Forgotten Prophecy

Any exact specifics on the "evil" ?

Star Wars: Rebooting the Prequals

@DragonofTheWestThe only "Sith" with proper training would be Palpatine and Dooku. Dooku is a minor noble in the Republic that resigned from the Jedi, and both will need to defect.

You can always be from the Empire but not have formal training, or just be a dark jedi.

@TheUnknowable

Would said Imperial eventually be allowed to "grow" into the Sith/ Darth title?

Star Wars: Rebooting the Prequals

I'm down as a Sith if that is alright

Heroes Reborn - A DCAU Roleplay (Always open!)

October 28th
Queens New York

John's eyes never left Luthor as he left the gym and even then the Kryptonian kept track of him, his eyes peering through the brick walls as if they didn't exist at all. Perhaps it was just a random passing feeling but something did seem off about that visitor and the nagging feeling of uncertainty was starting to gnaw at him. John almost let himself get too consumed in his thoughts until Julian called out from behind him "Hey John! you alright? who was that guy?" John took one last good look at Luthor before once again looking past the walls knowing the authorities were getting closer so surely they had the situation under control.

"Nobody. Just some tourist" John replied trying to make their guest sound as irrelevant as possible to avoid any possible lengthy conversation about him. John walked over towards the office to see what kept Julian so occupied with that damn television and of course it was more and more of the same... Continued acts of violence, children disappearing, John shook his head letting Julian do all the complaining about how crazy things were. "Crazy man. New York..." Julian concluded, the only words that John bothered to really take note off. Yeah he was right however because just right outside apparently people were getting assaulted in front of their gym. Having enough John left the office too go back to his almost meaningless workout regime to once again occupy his mind when at the corner of his eye he noticed he never closed his locker fully which resulted in his foreign alien suit being slightly exposed. Walking over John took care to shove the suit deeper into his locker only for his eyes to focus on the symbol on the chest area and once more his head began to be filled with ideas.

Relatively Generic Medieval Fantasy

Arathion watched the duel in play with interest, paying the rest of the situation around him no mind. Every step, every swing of their weapons or technique used Arathion watched like a hawk, his mind racing with calculations and possible simulations as if he was the one fighting himself. The duel while brief was only giving the crown prince only information to work with should he get involve but it also served by providing the motivations for both individuals. Grace was stronger than she appeared, truly a princess worthy of her kingdom but for all her noble characteristics her kingdom, the very people she governed were failing her. This sudden arrival of this "Messiah" was not apart of the agreement and admittingly Kenan was looking the part of the legendary human warrior. If these foreign stories were true and he brought a force of his own, the high elves of Asur were not equipped to fight this battle.

For all of Arathion's bravado of destroying rebels, the reality was settling in that perhaps this whole situation was becoming a situation that they were not ready to overcome. Arathion debated about interfering with the duel but should Kenan recognize him, things could possibly complicate on the fact that the Asur has clashed with foreign human kingdoms in the past. There was also the fact that Arathion also respected Grace's responsibility to immediately stand up and challenge this Messiah, should he interfere he would be compromising her honor and his own... the fight had to end on their terms.

With the next upcoming events possibly affecting the outcome of the war Arathion turned away from the duel and began to disperse his gathered men into various direction, the elvish commands quick and decisive as the troopers carried them out without hesitation.

Relatively Generic Medieval Fantasy

Well things escalated quickly

Relatively Generic Medieval Fantasy

Arathion scoffed at Aradla bluffs, while politics was something he wasn't exactly fond of, it was something he excelled in. For all her courage, her words were still a step below her father, the king and Arathion may have been a prince in his homeland but he demanded the respect worthy of a king. As for the elf, Arathion remained somewhat amused at the sudden display of skill of Naelor though the showing also came as another reminder that the city they stood in was disorderly and chaotic. The city in itself was a reflection of the country as whole, divided with various individuals of different agendas.

When it was Naelor's turn to introduce himself Arathion took his words as another slight at his pride. Grace could be dealt with in time, her attitude perhaps adjusted when he won the war for her country but the crown prince felt he wasn't being given his proper respect. "You have good instincts but I'm not in the business of dealing with petty criminals. Now I'd remind you that I am Arathion Tassarion, crown prince of the Asur. Surely even a foreigner of the Asur such as yourself know who I am unless of course your education is not up to par". Before any more words can be exchanged, another individual arrived, someone that Arathion himself had heard off.

The Asur for all their conquests in recent years have fought on numerous continents and its through their success they have learned much. What was suppose to be a legend on the far side of the world had just arrived and complicated matters, a bold hero who humans praise as a living legend among them. The Asur had looked to Arathion in a same light and they would die for him because Arathion would never call upon his own men to do something unless he was not willing to do it himself. If the legends were true this "Messiah" would be quite the ally or dangerous enemy. The crown prince welcomed challenges but as indicated before, the Asur only equipped themselves to fight rebels, not a true army.

Arathion turned to his own silver clad warriors and made several comments in elvish to disguise his words as they would let Grace deal with this newcomer as they contemplated their next moves.

Relatively Generic Medieval Fantasy

I'll post soon so if your waiting for me just gimme another hour or so

Relatively Generic Medieval Fantasy

uhh I'll post soon but theres a lot of people to address lul