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Tales of the Black Order: The Old Gods

I should also get a post up today, fully rested and no longer sick so yay.

Tales of the Black Order: The Old Gods

Still here but I have been very sick the past few days so I have been resting...

Tales of the Black Order: The Old Gods

I too will get a post up tonite hopefully

Tales of the Black Order: The Old Gods

Laine laid in a tent, lost in his own thoughts. Being a blacksmith, Laine was never short of work so being left alone with his mind was something he had come to cherish, yet hate. For whilst it gave him some comfort, the memories of his darkest times always kept creeping back to haunt his mind time and time again.

Tonight was no different. Thoughts of all the carnage and death he had witnessed slowly started flooding his thoughts as he tried to sleep. Unfortunately, sleep did not come. With a muttered curse Laine slowly got up and walked out of the tent. As he did he was met with the warmth of a fire, and a chorus of hearty laughs.

“O great one, how you humble us with your presence. Why have you awoken from your slumber? We did not awaken thee from thy ever so needed beauty sleep did we?” one of the men chuckled. “No my oh so incompetent subject, I have awoken to bestow a gift upon thee, cherish it for only you shall receive it for you are indeed, very special. Now excuse me for I require a walk among the greenery.” Laine grinned slyly as he slowly stuck his middle finger up at the man, which then prompted yet another chorus of laughter.

As Laine walked he forced his mind to reflect on the past few days, which were the busiest. Laine personally had not seen as much battle as the others did, but most of his day was spent tempering blades, maintaining weapons and armor and making a steady supply of arrowheads. By the time nightfall arrived, Laine practically fell unconscious, accepting the sweet embrace of sleep and rest until the morning dawned yet again and his duty to the order beckoned once more. If he was being honest with himself, this expedition was one of the more tougher ones for him.

However he refused to show any form of weakness or tiredness, especially during an expedition as huge as this one. "You got this Eldor, Just a few more days then we would have taken that blasted fortress from them. And besides, you probably wont see much battle until the final showdown at least seeing as though you'll be helping around the forge and all that. Its practically smooth sailing from here on." Laine thought as he gave a slight smile at the night sky before walking back towards the camp.

A few hours had passed and now Laine sat at the campfire, as most of the others talked amongst themselves. The man that had teased him earlier took a seat next to him as he stared into the flames. “So got any stories worth mentioning yer highness?” The man snorted as he Laine a hard smack on the back. “Well there are a few, there was this one time wher…” Laine replied before being cut off by the messenger informing him that General Kaldor wishes for him to go to the command tent.

“Ah, stories for another time then friend?” The man said as Laine gave a quick smile and nod before walking off towards the command tent…

After the briefing , Laine stood in silence. Having rarely taken any delight in the act of killing, Laine was shocked and perplexed at the way he was feeling. He felt...excited. His body started pulsing with adrenaline as though his body was telling him this was what it wanted to do ever since they started off on their journey. “So much for smooth bloody sailing eh Eldor?.” Laine murmured with a smile before realizing he did so abit too loudly.

“U-uh I- mean if what they say is correct, the archers should be nothing more than a small nuisance at best, what worries me is the shaman. I really doubt he will be up there alone with a bunch of measly archers. Assassinating the bloody sod might prove difficult. Do we have any info on the Shaman himself? Do we know of any guard detail he might have with him? if so how many of them are there and so on and so forth anything that might give us an edge on the bastard?” Laine said with a weird cough as he awaited an answer.

Tales of the Black Order: The Old Gods

I'm working on a post that should be the posted soon...

Tales of the Black Order: The Old Gods

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Laine Eldor

Appearance

Name: Laine Eldor

Gender: Male

Age: 28

Nationality: Talos

Appearance:
Laine Eldor stands at 6’1 and weighs in at around 85 kilos. Overall Laine is rather average looking with his white hair being the exception. When going into battle he wears his custom made knight’s armor which is lighter than most plate armor making him much quicker on the battle field.

Bio:
Laine Eldor was born in a small village to a caring mother and father. Growing up Laine was for the most part a loner having only one for most of his teenage life, his neighbor of Silverfang descent Rochilda Imanie. Rochida was the exact opposite of Laine. Whilst he was more of softer person, Rochilda was tough and was not afraid to let others know it. Whilst Laine was more of a thinker, Rochilda let her fists think for her resulting in usually very bad situations. However their differences seemed to make them gravitate towards each other even more. They did almost everything together rarely being seen apart other than when they were sleeping.

Once Laine was fourteen his father sat him down and explained to him the legacy of the Eldors, and how when he passed Laine would have to continue on the business in the village out of duty more than anything else. While Laine was interested in his father’s trade he could suppress the feeling of sadness, longing to forge his own path rather than follow in one already predestined for him. But fearing that he would hurt his father, Laine begrudgingly promised his father that he would continue on the Eldor legacy and work his father’s workshop.

As the years went on Laine worked himself to sleep tirelessly learning how to produce better armor and weapons and for the most part, it was paying off as some people started taking notice. Soon however his life would change drastically. Around the time that Laine’s skills were being noticed, Rochilda pitched the idea that herself and Laine should join a mercenary group that was recruiting in the town north of their village. After much deliberation and a massive amount of convincing, Laine accepted the idea and was travelling by morning the only thing he left behind was a note to his parents. Laine was seventeen when he left his old life behind…

And so began his new life as a mercenary. Laine had little to no experience in combat, apart from the basics so most of his time was spent training with Rochilda. For the first six months of their new lives, Rochilda and Laine saw no combat. However this changed when his group was tasked with taking over a Bandit Kings Stronghold by a Lord. Believing the Bandit King to be weaker than most, the mercenaries accepted the task.

But the mercenaries were wrong.

The bandit king and all of his followers were deserters of the Talos army. The mercenaries on the other hand were comprised mostly of novices who barely knew which end of the blade was the one used for killing. The bandits all but massacred the mercenaries, with those that survived fleeing or being captured, Unfortunately

Laine was severely injured and captured, with Rochilda perishing in the fighting. Laine awoke underground in a dark damp cell with a man he would soon call his mentor, Rotsam Laurelis. Rotsam was an older gentleman however had the look of someone who could kill you in two seconds. As Laine settled down in what appeared to be his new home, he found out that Rotsam actually was a former member of the bandits, who was caught trying to desert.

After almost two days of living in the cell, sounds of battles and the screams of death could be heard as a combination of the Lord’s men and a group of hardened veteran mercenaries stormed the stronghold and captured it. Being freed from his captivity, Laine felt lost. Feeling as though his parents would never accept him back, Laine contemplated what to do next, that was until Rotsam, feeling pity for the young lad, gave Laine a choice between allowing him to be his mentor, or wandering aimlessly until someone killed him. Without a second thought Laine picked the former option.

For the next nine years Laine was pushed to his limits, being forced to enter the fighting pits to earn money for him and his mentor, aswell as training with said mentor. On top of it all Laine forced himself to continue being a blacksmith, working for any forge that would take him. Finally after nine long, hard and painful years, Rotsam had decided that he had thought Laine all he could and so parted ways with the boy and set a course for Illuim. Laine found himself yet again lost not sure of what to do or where to go. So for six months he traveled the roads of Alestoth, trying to find purpose and meaning in his life.

However, no matter where he went, trouble always seemed to follow. This was especially the case when one night at a tavern Laine had gotten into a fight with four men after they had harassed a barmaid. The fight lasted less than minute before all the men lay unconscious.

After the fiasco, Laine took his leave and started to make his way out of the town he was in. As he made his way out of the city and continued his travels he was stopped by a hooded figure. Without almost any warning the figure attacked him. And thus began the longest two minutes of Laine's life. To this day, he will admit to everyone that had the reaper that recruited him been trying to kill him, he would have perished that night.

Fortunately for Laine, that was not the case as the figure suddenly stopped attacking him and revealed that he was a reaper and that he watched the fight Laine was apart of earlier and was curious as to how skilled he was. After a brief exchange of words, the reaper offered Laine a chance to join The Black Order. And of course Laine accepted...

And that is where Laine has been for the past two years, providing his services wherever it may be needed. Where his adventure will lead him next, only time will tell…

Fighting Style:
Laines fighting style focuses mainly on the use of dodges, parries and counters to exhaust his opponents and force them to make a mistake, one that he can capitalize on. Laine is fast and will almost always manage to dodge or parry an attack although. Laine truly shines when it comes to endurance being able to last longer in a fight than most men. Laine’s number one priority when fighting is to prolong the bout until he sees an opening letting his opponent waste his stamina trying to hit him before coming in for a quick takedown. However if a fight carries on for too long, Laine has been known to unleash a flurry of attacks upon his opponent in an attempt to force his opponent to make a mistake although this is a tactic he rarely uses as he becomes easily tired after doing so.

Equipment:

Sword:

Rochilda's Vengence

A Bastard sword made in memory of his best friend.

Armor:

Armor

Normal plate armor. Seemingly unremarkable except for the fact that its lighter than most armors.

Skills/Abilities:
Pretty bloody good smith
Also pretty good swordsman

Other Information: N/A

Potatoes

-=Rules=-

1. Listen to the GM(s), If you have a complaint tell me. I am not an evil dictator and if I am wrong I will admit it.
2. Romance and Gore allowed, But keep it in good taste and in site rules
3. Now not all characters will play nice with each other I understand that, but keep the disputes in the RP not in OOC
4. Be civilized and polite please
5. All basic RP rules apply to this roleplay: Power playing, Meta gaming, and others are not allowed.
6. The story isn't exactly set, If you have an idea for a hunt feel free to pm me the details and I'll try to work it in.
7. Copy the rules into a Hider in the "other" of your cs so I know you read them.
8. Get into your character's skin become him or her as you are playing have fun and give us insight into their thoughts.
9. Try to keep active, in both the IC and OOC pages please. And even if you don't have anything to say, at least read the OOC

Moonfiend

I...dont really know aboat pokemon so yeah.... I guess my character would have a (Insert pokemon name here) cause (Insert reason here).

Tales of the Black Order: The Old Gods

Im working on an app so yeah....

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Moonfiend

As Liam entered through the portal he felt…weird. In an instant he went from standing on solid ground to feeling like he was mid air before finally finding himself in a completely different area.

Vincent bowed his head towards Liam respectfully. "Well done."

“Right back at ya buddy. Go team and all right?” Liam said as he started catching his breath and calming himself down. Liam suddenly saw a flash of red as he gave a slight grunt. He clutched his stomach as he was met with a horrible sight. Blood was now dripping profusely from his wound as he slowly bled out. His vision began to blur and his head spun like a top as he tried to find a place to sit.

Suddenly everything went black. Liam felt like he was still standing but couldn’t see. It was then that he felt the soft touch and an even softer voice. A voice he had heard all too often and was now accustomed to.

Liam stepped onto the sigil, and the queen stopped short before touching him. "Oh, gods. You need medical attention." She looked up to her robot escorts and motioned in the air; a tall, red-plated robot jogged forward. The queen smiled warmly and touched Liam's face. "You'll be all right. We're safe here."

Liam’s vision returned to him as he stared at the queen, mouth agape. There standing before him was the actual queen of Periphery. And to top it all off she was touching him. Liam tried to move backwards away from the queen…but couldn’t. His whole body was not responding to him at all. As the queen walked away from him, Liam continued to stand in that position as his body slowly came back under his control. With what little movement he had, Liam slowly turned to Vincent, mouth still agape as one trembling finger pointed at the queen. He was about to say something before the medical robots rushed him and began tending to his wounds.

As the conversation between the group and queen carried on, Liam tuned out everything around him, deciding to recount the events of the past day. So what has happened so far? Well let see I narrowly evaded lightning that turned people to stone. I came into contact with a demon rabbit child thing that probably has rabbies and…other things. oh and said rabbit child controlled an army of Grit who were pretty adamant on killing us and eating our flesh. Then said Grit decided that candy tastes way better than meat and decided to fight for the candy instead. Then a robot savior swooped in with that laser pistol and got us here, where the queen...” Liam thought before his ears picked up a part of the conversation.

"I was under the impression there were more of you."

"There were. We lost track of them."

The realization that many of the group was not present hit Liam hard. With everything that had happened at this point he had forgotten about the rest of the group. In a rage Liam hit himself on the head a couple of times before sinking his head into his hands. “You fool Carter, you fool.” He mumbled. As much as Liam wanted to put the blame on himself for the others not keeping up with him, he knew that those who fell behind knew the risks before going ahead with the plan. “If you’re up there, keep them safe will you?” He mumbled as he looked towards the sky. Yet again his focus shifted from his thoughts to the conversation between the group and the queen.

"But all is not lost. The stone people can be returned to their former selves. We only need to draw a rune on the statues and place a soul stone on the rune, and the person will breathe again. It is a simple rune, I will teach it to you, if you don't know it.

Almost instantly Liam sprang up upon hearing those words from the queen, pushing away the medical robots, who were just about done with his wounds anyways. “W-wait. Your saying that we can bring those people who turned back to normal?” He said, a weak smile appearing on his face. “T-that means we can save Da-“ Liam immediately stopped himself as his smiled vanished and he realised just how stupid his idea was. Not only would the Grit be swarming the top of the wall, Liam would potentially cause the loss of an innocent life just so he could save someone he had considered a very good boss and friend. “On second thought, forget I said that…er your majesty.” Liam said as he stepped back and let Vincent finished before continuing.

“I have to agree with Vincent somewhat, As much as I want to help you and believe me I do, I worry for my family, and unfortunately in this case family comes first. “ Liam said, all the while averting the gaze of her majesty. “However I think its very clear that all our families live on very different sides of the city. So unless you have a portal that can get us to our houses very quickly we are going to be spending a lot of time away and worst of all, not in a group. But whatever you guys decide, I’m with you one hundred percent.” He said with a smile as he decided to look around.