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Current The boys are back in town
8 yrs ago
You load sixteen tons and what do you get?
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9 yrs ago
Die for the Emperor, or die trying.
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9 yrs ago
Took some political alignment and bias tests today. I think the results were skewed.
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9 yrs ago
You are what you dare, or so some say. Don't be that guy who is forever after known as the one who set his pants on fire.
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@Durandal Nice demi-god. Cool to see some D&D influence


Thanks. I've always found it more interesting to have to work a bit more to accomplish. Plus D&D is one of the things that got me into fantasy. :P
Hamlin stared into the stand mirror facing him, throwing back the reflection of a man wearied by battle and politics. Gilt ran along the edges of the object, fanciful designs made to portray wealth, yet even such features did not comfort him anymore. Lines creased a bronzed face, scarred emotionally and physically, hiding the pain and anger of a man resentful of his position. A growling escaped his lips, low and dangerous, twisting his lips into an enraged position. Leather-clad hand tightened around the sword resting on his hip.

Reducing his facial features from disgust to a simple sneer, he stalked towards the table in the center of his room, a massive affair of costly wood imported from some land in the south. It had belonged to his father, as had the mirror and every other item of furniture and decoration in this room. How he hated it!

"Light curse you, Father! You and mother always took the most inopportune moments to do things," he yelled, blood pulsing quickly under his skin. Spotting a letter lying on his desk, he snatched the piece of parchment. No use reading it again for its contents were known to him. Looking to a small candle lit in the corner, he strode quickly over to the ornate wax stick and stuck one end of the message into the flame. Smoke curled almost instantaneously as the fibrous material caught fire, crisping on the floor as Hamlin let the item drop.

Already he was entangled in the webs of politicking which he so despised and now Sora Amarr had decided to call a meeting! The purpose of it he could not be sure, but it likely related to the Trolloc hordes bearing down upon Almoren.

"Let them come," he whispered. "My blade thirsts." Realizing the parchment at his feet had reduced itself to burnt pieces of ash, he sniffed before turning away towards the door. Crossing the distance quickly, he slammed the portal open. If the fools desired a meeting, he would make himself heard. His bodyguard and friend since childhood, Carso Baren, stood to attention, clad in armor.

"Carso, it is time we made our position clear in Almoren. Prepare the House's armsmen. Then we go to this meeting. It is time for a change, my friend," he commanded. Carso smiled grimly. He knew what was coming.
Kara, Lady of the Mystic



Dominion:

Mysticism, Foresight, and Sculpture

Appearance:


Outwardly, Kara appears little more than a fine looking, mature woman taller than average height, even for males. One who assumes this would be incorrect in their assumption. Flowing black hair, retaining a sheen no matter what has happened, is usually half pulled up behind her while the rest hangs loose around her shoulders. Cold eyes stare out of a pale face, lips painted a permanent red. Her clothing is as ornate as her station, usually a red-and-gold fabric arranged into a regal manner, the exact positioning reliant on her mood. A permanent feature is the crown on her head, an item of bronze that she never parts with.

Personality:

Strong of will, keen of mind, and impetuous of nature, Kara does not always bear herself as one would expect a god to carry themselves. Sometimes indulging in childlike pleasures, she rushes to and fro, involving herself in many of the matters of her nation, frequently walking among her subjects as any other person would. Often she insists that others treat her not as a god but simply a mother, there to talk to and depend on. As such, she detests those who would rule by fear and impersonal means, viewing them as not worth of commanding a nation in any means. When protecting those under her, she is merciless in nature except when mercy would hold more strategic value. Each life she claims sees another blood-red mark upon her staff or crown, and the myriad dots attest to her skill as a combatant.

Powers:

As Lady of Mysticism and Foresight, Kara can utilize various magical abilities that enhance her skills tremendously. Blessed with the powers of divination, she is able to trace the paths of the future before they happen, revealing to her the plethora of possibilities that can happen as well which are most likely, although nothing is certain. This allows her to react to events and actions before the user knows they would even embark upon such a course, although this can lead to unintended consequences not expected in the paths of fate. It is this skill that allows her to guide her nation with efficacy, as well as enabling her to succeed in battle.
In addition, she sports more traditional magical abilities, chief among them shields of magic which are at once both aesthetically pleasing and useful. Various combat abilities exist, though they are mainly simple spells such as elemental bolts of energy or rudimentary healing. As one of her domains is sculpture, bodyguards of stone or bronze frequently accompany her.

Magic Items:

The Staff of Palas- An ancient staff of power, it amplifies her powers greatly, as well as having an enchanted blade at the tip able to tear through most materials with ease.
The Bronze Crown- A symbol of her power, Kara utilizes the Bronze Crown to phase in out and out of substance, enabling her to pass through mundane objects unaffected and some magical items.

Mortality:

Kara's physical body is that of a normal human, able to be damaged easily. It is her spirit, however, that endures, for she is a lich, with a phylactery hidden deep within the nation. When she is killed, the crown and staff return to the phylactery after dissolving into dust. Only by destroying the phylactery can she be truly destroyed.



AFfaraqid




Terrain:

Affaraqid is a land of deserts and plains, though sand is the predominant feature. Settlements are few and far between, centered around massive oases that provide the life blood of the desert. As one progresses inwards, the rolling plains give way to the desert, a burning land that kills the unwary. At the center of this desert lies The Mountains, a small chain of mountains that holds a large portion of Affaraqid's population.

Wildlife:

Few animals live in the desert regions, most being dangerous in some manner, whether it be venom, claws, teeth, or simple brute strength. The plains hold most of the wildlife, mainly nomadic grazing creatures and other such herbivores, along with small and medium sized predators.

Species:

Affaraqid is a land of pure humans, all non-human sentient species having been driven out long ago. The humans of Affarqid are usually thinner in frame than other humans, with skin of a bronze color, although their wiry strength and agile muscles enable them to compete with larger peoples.

Culture(s):

The Affaraqid's are a simple people on the outside, complex underneath, and exultant in their lives. Each person enters life in shade and ends in it, a representation of the deshrouding of the eyes at birth and the shrouding of life at death. A rather peaceful culture, they nevertheless support a military of substantial size that doubles as guards for caravans and emissaries to other nations. Sports are held in high regard and keep the Affarqid people fit. Combined with the harsh conditions of their homeland, Affaraqid's are humans sturdy in spirit and body. Much of their food is spiced with the natural herbs and plants that grow in the plains and desert, including the oft-desired pepper. Architecture is simple, square buildings and open areas that serve to relieve the heat of the day when inside.

Capital:

Morath, City of Bronze

Important Individuals:

Sarik the Younger, Kara's regent in Affaraqid
Sarik the Elder, Commandant of the Armies
Ferulag Hassan, Lord Mystic
Amira Derush, Farseer of Affaraqid
Is it safe to assume there is still room in this RP?
More to come in the form of posting later. Just glad I finally have something up.
Sorry I haven't been able to post, but I have some exams this week and I had a competition much of the weekend and yesterday.
Sorry I haven't posted but I've been sick last week. Expect something this week, however.
Apologies for not having responded by now. I'll try and produce something tonight/tomorrow.
@Blue Demon

That's perfectly fine. Being sick is never fun. Hope you're feeling better. :)
A is for AWAY you bronies!
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