@NewSunRead my PM again, since I pretty much rewrote it after getting some sleep.
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And for some reason a part of my post was sent as a notification. Either way, I found a huge grammar mistake. Gotta fix that.
@Laue That's cool, I look forward to finding out what the nutsacks that memory is about ;)
Well it's gonna get a bit more nutty if I can get something done with DjAtomica.
Added this to Maldron's memories, if that's ok:
Maldron, now in his black armor, is in front of a fountain. A fountain of blood. In the middle of this fountain is a throne, in it sits a pale woman, with a hole where her heart is supposed to be. The blood, defying all logic, is slowly moving towards where the woman's heart should be. The woman, an beauty beyond compare, with long, black hair. Maldron feels immense respect for her.
And this to equipment:
Mark of The Red Queen - Not equipment in literal sense, this distinctive brand on his hand resembles a beating human heart. There is something special about this brand, but Maldron can't remember what.
Now to work out something with other characters.
Maldron, now in his black armor, is in front of a fountain. A fountain of blood. In the middle of this fountain is a throne, in it sits a pale woman, with a hole where her heart is supposed to be. The blood, defying all logic, is slowly moving towards where the woman's heart should be. The woman, an beauty beyond compare, with long, black hair. Maldron feels immense respect for her.
And this to equipment:
Mark of The Red Queen - Not equipment in literal sense, this distinctive brand on his hand resembles a beating human heart. There is something special about this brand, but Maldron can't remember what.
Now to work out something with other characters.
An unmistakable visage in the distance, the black knight with a massive halberd trekked through this hellish world without pause. As days passed, doubts grew within Maldron. With the very few memories remaining with him, and the old ones not coming back, the though of this being an elaborate test has vanished. Death has finally welcomed him to her domain, where Maldron sent so many others. Disappointment could be almost seen in his face - for being a bringer of death, he expected a grander welcome. Or any welcome at all. In an afterlife so alien and bizarre, he was lost and without a goal.
This uncertainty, the lack of direction distressed Maldron. He was a weapon without direction, without a master. A sword lost and forgotten, yet retaining it's deadly edge. Maldron already saw what happens after "dying" here. And most likely experienced it several times, though there was no way to tell. He could barely remember his awakening, but not much past that, or how he got here, tracking this black knight.
Why? Why was he even doing that? The knight was a formidable opponent, cutting down everything in his path. Where was he heading? Towards this strange mountain in the distance? No matter how long he walked towards it, the ominous mountain didn't get any closer. While the assassin was sure no one suspected his presence, he could not hide forever. Nothing to lose, since Maldron never had anything in the first place. Might as well sate that ever growing curiosity. It would also be a good opportunity to observe the black knight, find any potential weakness in his armor, patterns in his swings. The assassin was also rather looking forward to having a conversation with someone, maybe.
Breaking his cover, Maldron increased his pace, even as he saw the knight decapitate some poor soul. He couldn't hear the words they exchanged, nor he cared. Even if the knight was hostile, losing what remains of himself didn't seem so bad. Trying to guard what remains of yourself was bothersome and counterproductive for a weapon.
And yet, he was not alone taking interest in the knight. As inconspicuous as possible, Maldron walked at a brisk pace towards the knight and past the man's corpse which will soon vanish, and be reformed somewhere nearby later. Curiosity killed the cat, but will it be able to kill Maldron?
This uncertainty, the lack of direction distressed Maldron. He was a weapon without direction, without a master. A sword lost and forgotten, yet retaining it's deadly edge. Maldron already saw what happens after "dying" here. And most likely experienced it several times, though there was no way to tell. He could barely remember his awakening, but not much past that, or how he got here, tracking this black knight.
Why? Why was he even doing that? The knight was a formidable opponent, cutting down everything in his path. Where was he heading? Towards this strange mountain in the distance? No matter how long he walked towards it, the ominous mountain didn't get any closer. While the assassin was sure no one suspected his presence, he could not hide forever. Nothing to lose, since Maldron never had anything in the first place. Might as well sate that ever growing curiosity. It would also be a good opportunity to observe the black knight, find any potential weakness in his armor, patterns in his swings. The assassin was also rather looking forward to having a conversation with someone, maybe.
Breaking his cover, Maldron increased his pace, even as he saw the knight decapitate some poor soul. He couldn't hear the words they exchanged, nor he cared. Even if the knight was hostile, losing what remains of himself didn't seem so bad. Trying to guard what remains of yourself was bothersome and counterproductive for a weapon.
And yet, he was not alone taking interest in the knight. As inconspicuous as possible, Maldron walked at a brisk pace towards the knight and past the man's corpse which will soon vanish, and be reformed somewhere nearby later. Curiosity killed the cat, but will it be able to kill Maldron?
If it's not too late to add something to the CS, I've got another question. Back in the.. err.. human world, was there any kind of magic, however subtle? If so, I've got quite an idea.
I also hope my post isn't too short.
I also hope my post isn't too short.
I was thinking. The Prince, Maldron, Jester and Oblivion all could be more or less related to the same story. A war between two nations, assassination of a King, and a prince. Maldron was most likely that other guy who killed the king.
After seeing the characters other people put up, I feel so out of place here in advanced. But then again, I kinda hope people in Advanced RPs are also less likely to just forget RPs and leave them to die.
Well that sounds interesting indeed. Can't wait for the IC to start.
Looks great. Plop it to the character's tab. Now to get the remaining people to show up again, or to find new blood.
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