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Return of Erelith

Jameson Telluth, Captain of the Guard, Insignificant

Artis Port

Jameson shoved past the panicking crowd and merchants, barking orders to them as he past. Most of the citizens had seen combat for worse than the street chase, so they knew how to handle themselves. The merchants, however, had fallen into hysteria. Several of them had hastily packing up, others simply leaving their belongings at their stands and making a run for it.

Typical foreigners... Jameson thought to himself, making his way through the crowd. None of them have had any type of training. Seeing the lot of them scramble like scared rabbits... Makes me glad to be Praelian.

However, as he made his way further down the streets, the panic seemed to spread to more Praelian citizens as well. They had the look of terror in their eyes, as if they had seen something from their nightmares. The force from the stream of bodies rushing away from Jameson's destination was so great he had to pause his advance to brace himself from not falling over. Eventually, the flow from the river of people ran dry and Jameson could finally move again.

He had briefly lost his direction, before it was recalibrated by a loud crunch and scream from a nearby alley, followed by multiple Praelian guards running away. At first Jameson was baffled that his men would run away from anything, but he then turned furious and began yelling at the men.

"Are you men not Praelian?!" Jameson barked, waving his swords in the air. "What the hell are you running from?"

The men seemed not to skip a beat on their retreat, most completely ignoring Jameson. The few that didn't only gave him a grave look with faces turned white. Most sane beings would have taken that as a sign to flee, but then again, most begins are high ranking Praelians. With both swords drawn, Jameson headed towards the alley. Jameson entered with both swords pointed to the figures in the alley, battle stance ready. His tone was harsh as he spoke...

"Everyone stand down, or be slaught-" Or at least, he was initially. His eyes adjusted to the dark, and he saw what he could only describe as a cross between an automaton and a zombie, holding a heavily armored knight by his throat. Somehow, the knight managed to configure himself in a plank and had his boot on the strange creature's... Well, Jameson couldn't call it a chest, for it's torso was mostly carved out. What he could see though, was some sort of organ, wildly convulsing within the cavity.

Jameson made a snap judgement of the situation, and he assumed that whatever creature holding the knight by it's throat was some sort of bad. Trying his damnedest, he threw the sword in his left had at what he guessed to be the heart of the unholy Frankenstein, hoping that piercing the organ would stop whatever it was from it's assault. A brief thought came across his mind as he threw.

Perhaps paperwork isn't that bad...

Return of Erelith

Jameson Telluth, Captain of the Guard, Insignificant

Artis Port

"Another day at the docks," Jameson muttered as he handed the halfling his papers. "Another day reading midget's merchant qualifications..." The halfling spoke something in his native tongue as he made his way to the door, probably something the lines of "about damn time."

Artis Port was never a soldiers favorite station. The work was tedious, there was no action, and everyone's job was essentially to be a nuisance to traders and travelers. Checking papers, making sure people had badges, searching cargo for contraband, it was all boring as hell. And Jameson Telluth had been the bastard lucky enough to be in charge of it all. He remembered the days he spent on the wall in Fort Gloria, thinking it couldn't get worse than hot desert heat and constant threat from the desert tribes to the north. But even the beautiful landscape of Port Artis wouldn't stop him from trading posts with one of those soldiers any day.

"Next merchant..." Jameson called, his voice droning. It was only noon, but he felt as if he had been sitting at his desk checking papers for days now.

Oh God, if you're out there, give me some sort of out...

The door swung open and crashed into the walls of the room, the metal cracking the wood as the door slammed into it. Jameson jumped and instinctively drew his first sword with his right hand and his left on the other's hilt.

"Sir! We tried to remove some illegal travelers, but they were too violent and skilled for the Green Stripes! They got Maiht!"

"Damn, they took out a soldier?" Jameson growled, his second sword now drawn. "The scum will pay. Where are they now?"

"The Burning Mare, sir."

Jameson nodded and made his way out the door.

"Stay here, son. Deal with the paperwork, I'll be back when the invaders are dead."

The door slammed and the young guard sighed.

"Damnnit..." He grumbled, making his way to the desk. "I think I'd rather be Maiht right about now..."

Return of Erelith

Carver Pentaghast and Claudius Ker'Rak. Main and Side.

Palace Throne Room, Great Praelium, Praelium

"You sit there idle, Lord Tyrannus!" The Dec shouted, foam almost seething from his mouth. "A farming village destroyed, and you show no action other than a reconstruction force!"

"We don't know who or what we are dealing with," Carver said, voice growing weary. He felt as if he had been arguing the same points for several days now, and it had only been an hour. The cautious approach to the attack near Artis Port had been met with more opposition that he initially expected. To him, it was the obvious approach. To send several troops from the rest of the kingdom would make the attack seem like a bigger threat than it was.

"To think this is a planned attack by another kingdom is foolish. We shouldn't mobilize units for an offensive quite yet."

"A single group of raiders could not take out a village that easily," scoffed the Dec, "A force to be reckoned with is loose somewhere in Praelium, and it wishes to start a war."

"Damn Benaduzians!" Another Dec shouted, "It has to be them! They're blood hungry and we all know it!"

"Benaduza is a trading ally we have little quarrel with them," Carver replied, "And while they would dominate us at sea, we have a much stronger land force. We would have seen a much stronger naval blockade and a bigger show of force on our port sides."

"So what do we do, Lord Tyrannus?" The first Dec said in a mocking tone, "Get down on our knees and pray they infiltrate Praelium softly?"

Carver's tired posture straightened and flame of fury ignited in his eyes. His gaze, which was trying to address the entire House of Decus, turned directly at the out spoken Dec. The rage fueled stare shocked the Dec, and his initially aggressive posture turned stiff.

"Praelium has suffered a minor causality at best." Carver spoke fiercely. "Do not think I will let Praelium fall. We do not want other nations to think this was a significant hit."
The Dec meekly nodded, and the rest of the House murmured in agreement.

"If that settles all, then we are all adjourned." Carver waved his hand, dismissing the Decs, and they all shuffled out. All except Claudius, who waited for the rest to leave before approaching Carver.

"If it makes you feel better, I approve of your strategy, Lord Tyrannus."

"Thanks Claudius," Carver said, his previously intimidating presence withering away as he spoke. "You think we would want less wars, as we are already fighting the tribes to the north. Apparently, that's not enough for them."

Carver's eyes glazed over before he buried them in his hands. "And to top it off, House Dominus wants to see me."

Claudius reached his hand out to Carver's shoulder reassuringly. "Did they tell you what for?"

"They're going to pull a Annog a kill me," Carver said, half jokingly. He knew that very well could be the case, he could have been violating some Dominus standard that they never told him.

"Damn time they do," Claudius said back. "I want take a shot at this Tyrannus thing. I think I could do a better job that you, easily."

Carver chuckled, and lifted his face from his hands to face Claudius. His smile was weak, but there nonetheless.

"Thanks old friend," Carver slowly began to rise. "I'll head over there now. If I'm to be killed, midday would be my preferred time."

Return of Erelith

Carver Pentaghast and Claudius Ker'Rak. Main and Side.

Palace Courtyard, Great Praelium, Praelium

I suppose I'm not living up to the Swift part in Swift Colossus... Carver thought to himself as the bear planted him into the palace stone masonry. The wall was quite unforgiving to his back, as Carver couldn't help but let out a loud grunt as his armor met the hard surface. The tackle from the bear had been so great that he had dropped his great sword, and it seemed that the Lord Tyrannus was left unarmed against this monstrous beast.

Guards began to rush towards him, but Carver quickly waved them off to dismiss them from helping him. The guards looked at each other nervously then stepped back. They figured if they intervened with Carver's fight, they would get in as just as much trouble as if they let the Tyrannus die. Carver noticed their apprehension and gave them a wink to reassure them that they made the right decision.

Hidden from the two guards, Carver reached underneath his plate mail and pulled out a dagger, to which he drove straight into the bear's eye. The bear screeched and reared back, freeing Carver from his pinned position to the wall. He quickly rolled over to his fallen weaponry to rearm himself with his preferred weapon of carnage. The bear was still in a daze from the dagger to the eyee, which gave Carver the perfect opportunity to exact revenge on the bear by charging it, great sword aimed true at his target.

Carver let out a war cry as he stabbed the bear beneath it's throat, twisting his blade to finish off the beast. The creature managed to stifle out one last growl before falling limp. Victorious, Carver let out one final roar before falling to the ground exhausted.

"You act like it's your first time fighting a bear, Carver." Claudius said, making his way to him from the other side of the courtyard. "I thought you had faced one before."

"A lot... can happen in 8 months... old friend." Carver said between breaths. "The other one... was probably... a lot smaller..."

"Or maybe you're not the same age as when you were fighting Orcs at Fort Gloria," Claudius said, offering a hand to his prone friend. "And these exercises may be doing more harm than good."

Carver chuckled as he reached out and grabbed the dragonborn's hand. "Last time I checked, you were a High Dec, not my mother." Carver groaned as he rose, reaching for his back. "That slam into the wall is going to hurt way more in the morning."

Carver walked to the palace, and motioned for the guards to clean up the mess. Claudius quickly followed him.

"I'll bathe before I attend to the rest of my duties for the day." Carver said to Claudius.

"Should I expect you in about an hour then, Carver?"

"Actually, send me up a handmaiden as well, if any are in the mood. A brunette too, if possible."

"Alright, I'll send whoever wishes to come." Claudius said, beginning to part ways. "I'll see you in an hour and five minutes, if you want a hand maiden."

Carver chuckled at he parted ways with his friend.

Bear fights, a warm bath, and hopefully a nice lay. A good start to the day, if I do say so myself.

Return of Erelith

Carver "Swift Colossus" Pentaghast
Main

"My superior told me, 'Swift Colossus! That's your warrior title,' but I told him I was upset that they didn't named me 'Carver the Carver.' Carver, as in carving through enemies. He laughed at me, and I did 200 pushups. It was worth it."
-Age: 42
-Height: 6' 3"
-Weight: 200 lbs

Clothing

"These looks nice, don't they? Too bad that's all they're good for."
Normal
See image. The armor he wears is light and is mostly for show, and would not hold up in combat much better than studded leather armor.
"Ah how I miss the glory days. My back, however, does not feel the same sentiment."
Battle Gear
Carver rarely adorns any battle gear anymore, as he did his duty as a soldier and no longer fights in wars. However, this does not stop Carver from pushing himself and practicing his skills with the royal guard. His weapon of choice is a broadsword, to which he used to be able to move with much agility when he was in his prime. However, as he is older and out of actual practice, he is somewhat clunky with it, and has moved on to try and master the long sword. He wears plate mail when he has to fight.

Biography:

"Ah, youth. How I long to go back to it."
Carver was son of a Dec and lived a fantastic life as a young child. He received excellent schooling and top notch combat training. He excelled in both fields and this trend continued onto his military career, where he joined the army at the age of 14. He wasn't deployed onto the border against the north until 18, and that is where he made a name for himself.
"The border was so boring. I spent most of my days counting grains of sand in the desert. Which I counted all of. Twice."
Carver's first two years on the border was nothing eventful. It was mostly keeping bandits and thieves out of Praelium. But one night when Carver was watching post at the end of his 2nd year on patrol, he noticed an usual light in the distance. He pulled out his spyglass and saw in distance something the size of a large battalion, headed straight towards them. He immediately sounded an alarm and readied his weaponry for battle. However, the people on station were outnumber 3 to 1, and Carver could only hope to hold off the oncoming attackers. Carver did not fear them, and rallied the men that he had and began their defense. With Carver's leadership and battle prowess, he held of the attackers, who wore flags from a single northern country. He reported this information to the House of Decus, and thus began the War for Praelium.
"Their biggest mistake was first attack the post that I was on watch for."
The northern country that had attacked was leaving their homeland due to the poor desert conditions and rise of an imminent attack from other countries onto them. Hopelessly outnumbered by the much larger country, they decided their best option was to launch their own campaign on Praelium and take over the much nicer land there. Praelium, however, did not bend over very easily, or at all for them. With reports of Carver's great leadership skills and proficiency on the battlefield reaching the House of Decus, Carver was immediately promoted and given his own battalion of soldiers. The war lasted for fifteen years, as the fighting was relentless from the northern country. The war only ended when the last of the northern country's people had either surrendered or perished. Carver's incredible defensive tactics and actual presence on the battlefield played a great role in the seemingly impossible victory for Praelium, so when the old Tyrannus passed away it was no contest for Carver when the election was held.
"My rule as Tyrannus as been the 2nd best experience of my life. Nothing quite beats the thrill of good guy versus bad guy in war, though."
As Tyrannus, most everyone in Praelium agrees that Carver has done an excellent job. As his country is recovering from the war, he has focused on reconstruction of damaged buildings and a bigger defense against another possible northern attack. He is a big proponent an alliance against the warring country to the north of him, as his country is the closest thing one to the warring battlefield of the northern desert.

Personality

"Describe myself..? I think Tyrannus is a good enough descriptor."
Although Carver can be disciplined when need be, he prefers to take things light when possible. He tends to avoid conflict and likes to compromise when possible. However, when his back is against the wall Carver can be aggressive, ruthless, and passionate, especially when it comes to his duty as Tyrannus of Praelium. During his youth Carver was quite cocky, but since then he has toned down, although his bravado still bleeds through sometimes.

Likes and Dislikes:

"Give me a chuckle and an uppercut and we'll get along just fine..."
Likes
A good sense of humor, Sparring, Mock Wars, Honor
"... However, if that punch was underhanded and to the jugular, you're a dead man."
Dislikes
Unnecessary Death, A lack of mercy, Disrespecting his country, Deceit

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Claudius Ker'Rak (Side)

"Carver and I were stationed at Gloria together. We fought off those tribes together, but I kept him from pushing himself. Sometimes he needs a reality check, especially when he was younger."
-Age: 38
-Height: 6' 5"
-Weight: 300 lbs

Clothing

"I've gotten used to the armor."
Battle Gear
Dragonborn are naturally meant to last longer than humans, so wearing heavy plate armor does not bother him at all. Whether it be due to paranoia or because Carver always wishes to spar with him, Claudius is rarely ever seen without his high ranking official Praelium armor. His preferred weapon in battle is a tower shield and a spear, but he is no stranger to any weapon. He is considered a jack of all trades when it comes to arms.

Biography:

Living a standard childhood, Claudius was born to a farming family. Nothing note worthy happened to Claudius during childhood, and we was sent to military training at the age of fourteen like any child would.

Claudius was stationed in Gloria and was placed under the command of Carver at sixteen. Their relationship was symbiotic, Carver taught Claudius battle tactics and Claudius kept Carver in check whenever he would do something rash.

Claudius played a key role helping Carver defend Gloria, taking command of troops where Carver could not be, as the fort is giant. When Carver was given a battalion to himself, he said he would refuse to command unless he had Claudius as his second in command. Claudius' usefulness never faltered, and he remained helping Carver throughout those fifteen long years.

When elected as the Lord Tyrannus, Carver also convinced Claudius to run as a Dec so he could eventually be High Dec, as Carver had gotten so use to Claudius' help throughout the years.

Claudius and Carver see eye to eye on most all of his policies, and he believes the key for Praelium lasting forever can only be achieved through alliances.

Personality

"You'll learn about me if it is needed."
Claudius is mostly a reserved soul, preferring to just look intimidating then engage in conversation. He is sharp and nonsensical to most everyone except Carver, to whom he looks up to with great respect. Whenever Claudius is not by Carver's side, he can be found reading advanced literature or admiring great art.

Likes and Dislikes:

"Do as I say how I say...
Likes
Respect, People Following Orders, Fine Literature
"... And don't give me any lip."
Dislikes
Silver-Tongues, Avoiding Problems, "Tip-Toeing Around Issues"

Strange things are going to happen here, okay? (Crossover rp)

In Progress

Name:

Ken Isiah Leward

"Life is good, yeah?"

Nickname: Ken

Age(if applicable since not every fandom will specify this): 16

Gender: Male

Crush: None

Powers/Skills

Spectral Scythe

"What this thing? Aw it's nothing... Wanna see me do some tricks with it?"

Ken can summon a spectral Scythe on command. It's handle is about 6 feet in length and it's blade is 2 and a half feet long and 6 inches thick. The scythe is weightless to Ken, but the weapon's force would be equivalent to the force of a scythe of it's size made of lead.

Example of the energy the scythe is made of

Special Scythe Abilities:
If the Scythe slashes from the brain to the heart of it's target (i.e a downward slash from the head to the heart,) it can rip out the target's soul. While this effect only lasts about 15 seconds at most, this leaves the body slumped and vulnerable for Ken to attack. Ken has only done this once, when he was being robbed on his way home late one night. He didn't attack the body, but the robber fled after having his soul ripped out, scared shitless. "I... I never want to do that again. It was almost like I killed him... And that's not me..."

Weakness(es)

Fear
"This is scythe is cool and all, but it scares me, man."
Ken's greatest weakness when using his powers is probably his reservation from using them. Having his powers granted from what he assumed was a nightmare, he associates the scythe and it's origin with evil.
Inexperience
"I mean, this thing is gigantic. If someone is coming at me, I'm sure a general swing in their direction will do it."
Ken's reserved use of the scythe has led him to be very inexperienced with it. Anyone well versed enough will melee combat could surely best him in a fight.

From(Movie, game, book, TV show, OC, etc): OC

Species: Human

Appearance: Ken stands at 5' 10" and weighs about 185 pounds of mostly lean muscle. His skin is pale and strangely, he has black eyes. His wardrobe is generally consists of blue jeans and dark colored hoodies, but underneath his hoodies he tends to wear a variety of colored shirts. He tends to lean towards a lighter colored undershirt, but he isn't opposed to darker colors from time to time.

Personality(if known): Relaxed and care free. Has an aversion towards violence.

History(optional as always):
Ken lived in an upper class family with lower class parents, as they barely cared about him. Of course they fed him and gave him shelter, but showed little emotion towards him. Ken viewed them as robots who were programmed to take care of him until he could do it himself, so he was thankful for the time that they did provide for him. Strangely enough, Ken was always thankful for what he has, something unusual from kids in his situation. He always has been down to earth and tried to ask his parents for very little extra things in life, such as a nice computer, his own TV, or the hottest new gaming console.

Ken's life turned from average to strange seemingly out of random. It started normal enough, with the death of his grandmother, which was soon followed by his grandfather. It seemed normal enough, as they were old and their death seemed to be from natural causes. However, soon after, his uncle died. Then his aunt. Then his cousins. A trail of death began to run rampant through Ken's life, with the death of his friends following the death of his family members. The last people to die were his parents, and soon Ken was socially isolated, without family, and was on his way to an orphanage. Ken was deeply depressed

Likes/Dislikes:

Other:

Current Location:

The Rather Disreputable Folk of Ketterdam- |CLOSED|

So this looks rather interesting, but I am not familiar with the Grisha universe. Would that affect me joining the roleplay?

Pokemon - Hoenn: Make a Wish

How would pokemon battles be fought? Solely through posting or through showdown?

Starwars: Galaxy in terror

Name

Kurtulmak, or "Kurt" for short

Picture

Weight, Age and Hieght

600 lbs, 9 Standard Years Old, 5' 9"

Race
Ssi-Ruu

Gender: Male
Skills: Kurt is an excellent shot with a blaster rifle due to his training in the Ssi-Ruuk army, even without the use of his force abilities. His physical form is in excellent condition as well, having outstanding strength and cardiovascular endurance. He knows hand to hand combat as well due to military training, although it only works really well against large opponents.

Force abilites

Until recently, Kurt did not know of his force abilities and latently used them. His force sensitivity is that of an average jedi.
Force Speed (Tier I), Battle Precognition, Force Camouflage (Tier I)

Personality

After being betrayed by his squad, captain, and entire society, Kurt is very mistrusting of others almost to the point of paranoia. He is very quiet and always has a somewhat crazy look to his eyes, for fear of being back stabbed. However, Kurt is still technically not even a young adult, so he is still quite curious about the world around him and the powers of the force.

History/Bio

Kurt is the first force sensitive Ssi-Ruu known to Ssi-Ruu history. His force powers, however, were not known at first. Kurt lived the normal life as a red Ssi-Ruu, a militant one. He was excellent with a blaster on the battlefield and learned the way of combat right after childhood at age 6. His latent force powers made him a master of marksmanship and was praised for it. His incredible reflexes with a blaster and swift movement in hand to hand made him a force to be reckoned with. Many older Ssi-Ruu veterans thought he would become a general one day, while current soldiers thought he was a nuisance. The disliked how he had already caught up to speed with their skills that they had been working on for years within a couple months. He was mostly shunned by his fellow squad mates, but Kurt simply kept to himself and kept dreaming of becoming a warrior of legend.

His dreams would be crushed after his force powers were discovered. One day, when out doing practice rounds with his squad when they were cornered by vicious wildlife. Out of ammo on their blasters and already losing many, the remaining squad members had to climb up a tree to keep away from the beasts. It looked as if Kurt and his squad would surely perish. However, the older squad mates saw this as an opportunity to get rid of Kurt once and for all. They decided that if they threw Kurt to the beasts, that they would be occupied with eating him and the rest of them could get away safely. Kurt was easily shoved off the tree and fell, surely causing his doom. But as he opened his eyes, he did not see the beasts tearing into his flesh. Instead, they completely ignored him. He looked up to his squad mates who looked back in confusion. Kurt did not care how he was still alive, but he quickly fled from the scene.

When arriving to the military outpost, he simply said the rest of his crew died in an attack via the local predators, and he thought that was the end of that. He found a new squad, and resumed his training, but was completely distrusting of his new assigned squad.

His former squad mates, however, were not dead. The group had decided to sacrifice a different person on the team and made their way back to the post. They told the captain of how Kurt seemingly turned invisible and his scent was undetectable, as if he completely vanished. At first, the captain did not believe the rest of them, but was eventually convinced to recreate the encounter unbeknownst to Kurt to see if their claims were legitimate. The scenario was recreated but this time it was recorded via hidden cameras planted on blasters. Kurt had used his Force Camouflage ability to sneak away from the beasts.

Kurt was quickly removed from the military and had Ssi-Ruu scientists begin to experiment on him. They ran several trials on him and performed various dissections, which felt like pure torture to the poor Ssi-Ruu. With the force mainly unknown to the Ssi-Ruu, they could not come up with conclusions to Kurt's powers and therefore decided their only way to make effective use of him was to drain his life force and put it into their Entechment technology, and create some kind of super weapon.

When unbound from his torture table, Kurt quickly used his force powers of speed and camouflage to escape the science facility. He ran away, and thought that leaving the Outer Rim would be his best course of action. He smuggled himself onto the first starships he found, and kept hopping ships until he did not see anymore Ssi-Ruu.

Being the only kind of his species on in the Inner Rim, he was an exile and was completely lost. It wasn’t long until he was forced into stealing to survive. Eventually, Kurt desired more, and went from stealthily stealing food to mugging people in the streets for their money. He was caught, and placed upon a boarding ship to Theta 12.

Extra Details

Due to his species being unable to produce the sounds of galactic basic, he wears a communication translator on his head (show in picture) that translate what he says. Were that device to be destroyed or disabled, he would only be able to speak in his native clicks and whistles. This communicator was given to him by guards, and thusly can be taken away just a quickly.

Starwars: Galaxy in terror

@manapool1

Sorry, editing and reformatting issue. Should be fixed now. Could I keep the translator? It would just make communicating easier.