<Snipped quote by McGar> I'd say these rolls are for a militarised society. Would that work for you?Sounds good too me, i'm not a very experienced RP but the mechanics and passionate / active person in charge, really made me want to join in!
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Mud blood
Hidden away a place unknown, too dark to see; A faint noise echoes throughout the cavern… the sound of screeches, hisses and taunts. A lone Slik retreats further into the cavern away from the chaos, clutching her spawn against her rough chest, she sways a bit, dizzy from the loss of blood. She dives under, submerging herself in the water, the cool touch of the water relaxes her briefly. The slik female not wanting to linger, kicks into motion and with a swoosh of her tail gently glides through the water with ease and proceeds to gain speed, faster and faster until she gained enough momentum and lunges out of the water, her limbs ache on the rock when she lands, shock horror stung her as she witnesses her doom inevitable. Faced with a cruel fate upon looking at a dead end, she loses hope and accepts her fate; she gets on her knees and waits…
A minute has passed or an hour, time is meaningless anymore all she knows is her time is up. A single sound continues to echo again, and again however the chaos and battle has long been over, this sound is a sad noise, the sound of tear hitting the hard cold floor of the cavern.
Sleek figurers silently and eerily emerge from the waters, a crude but cruel vicious bone blade is produced from the lead figure.
Nothing is said, the approaching slik with the dagger comes forth and pressed the blade against the female and slaughters her, the slik turns and with a grin announces to his comrades:
“Sisters and brothers, the last of the bloodline usurpers have been slain, feast on these carcass and devour its spawn, Long live the king, long live Zantoria!”
Zantoria
The king, Sthlyty, sits upon his throne of skulls and bones. Decorated highly with battle honours and scars, his bright purple and dark blues contrast against the waters around him, Sthlyty comparison to regular sliks thrice outmatch them, in size, muscle and furiosity, his bloodline is strong and been clearly successful . He sits confident with a large two handed serrated bone straight sword over his knees. The throne upon a mound of peddles, towers over everyone occupying the cavern. At the base of the mound Sthlyty blood brothers and honour guard stand looking fierce tooled up with vicious looking bone weaponry that keeps the common sliks at bay, while the king audits bureaucracy and tedious civil matters. Generally improving the infrastructure of his new kingdom, and ordering the smaller folk to expand Zantoria living space to deal with the influx of emigrating sliks coming from the smaller tribes and warlords to pledge loyalty to the new king and too obey the desire of centralised population for the greater good of the diminished sikitook tonrar.
Hidden away a place unknown, too dark to see; A faint noise echoes throughout the cavern… the sound of screeches, hisses and taunts. A lone Slik retreats further into the cavern away from the chaos, clutching her spawn against her rough chest, she sways a bit, dizzy from the loss of blood. She dives under, submerging herself in the water, the cool touch of the water relaxes her briefly. The slik female not wanting to linger, kicks into motion and with a swoosh of her tail gently glides through the water with ease and proceeds to gain speed, faster and faster until she gained enough momentum and lunges out of the water, her limbs ache on the rock when she lands, shock horror stung her as she witnesses her doom inevitable. Faced with a cruel fate upon looking at a dead end, she loses hope and accepts her fate; she gets on her knees and waits…
A minute has passed or an hour, time is meaningless anymore all she knows is her time is up. A single sound continues to echo again, and again however the chaos and battle has long been over, this sound is a sad noise, the sound of tear hitting the hard cold floor of the cavern.
Sleek figurers silently and eerily emerge from the waters, a crude but cruel vicious bone blade is produced from the lead figure.
Nothing is said, the approaching slik with the dagger comes forth and pressed the blade against the female and slaughters her, the slik turns and with a grin announces to his comrades:
“Sisters and brothers, the last of the bloodline usurpers have been slain, feast on these carcass and devour its spawn, Long live the king, long live Zantoria!”
Zantoria
The king, Sthlyty, sits upon his throne of skulls and bones. Decorated highly with battle honours and scars, his bright purple and dark blues contrast against the waters around him, Sthlyty comparison to regular sliks thrice outmatch them, in size, muscle and furiosity, his bloodline is strong and been clearly successful . He sits confident with a large two handed serrated bone straight sword over his knees. The throne upon a mound of peddles, towers over everyone occupying the cavern. At the base of the mound Sthlyty blood brothers and honour guard stand looking fierce tooled up with vicious looking bone weaponry that keeps the common sliks at bay, while the king audits bureaucracy and tedious civil matters. Generally improving the infrastructure of his new kingdom, and ordering the smaller folk to expand Zantoria living space to deal with the influx of emigrating sliks coming from the smaller tribes and warlords to pledge loyalty to the new king and too obey the desire of centralised population for the greater good of the diminished sikitook tonrar.
Sikittok tonrar
Thee Slikittok tonrar are a predatory amphibious cave dwelling race of reptile like creatures, that differ in size and colour. Generic Slik appearances are typically darker colours consisting of purples, deep blues and dark greens. They have a carapace of harden armour scales along their whole body besides lighter softer, leather like ‘weak spots’ under their chins and arms. However dominate males and females brought together by natural selection and cultural beliefs have produced pedigree like offspring with brighter markings and a greater bulking mass of a creature. The Slikittok tonrar typically are Quadraped when out of their natural habitat for speedy manoeuvres, although in their dwellings or when partaking in combat they will raise on two legs for practically in combat and their daily activities. Slikittok tonrar creatures have bulky heads with rows of sharp carnivorous teeth, and two sharp horns either on top of the head or below the jaw. These creatures have six limbs, the hind legs are powerful thicker log like, to assist them with lunging out of the water at great velocity or to lunge at prey inland. While the other two limbs that are humanoid arms and hands yet the digits of the hand form sharp vicious claws but yet still capable of gripping and holding simple tools of some sort. There final two limbs possess cruel spikes that due to evolution have almost came obsolete yet still provided additional sensory benefits and stability while leaping at great speeds and heights, and of course skew prey!
Slikittok tonrara, reproduce as a typical reptilian would, although the females of the tribes approach and seek worthy decorated males who have been trial and tested seasoned combatant, too ultimately better the next generation of strong hunters and warriors.
Behaviour and cultural of this race is very warlike and aggressive, and cruel. Despite the nature of the race, there is a hierarchy to unsure that the species doesn’t succumb to extinction! As previously without these larger ‘pedigree’ domination males, chaos and open warfare was ripe, among the broods that made the population of this race. At a time sliks could only trust their blood related, while the swamp was a host too cannibalism and genocide. Only recently after the birth of these larger beings the race has become more civilised and coexistent of one and other, and not like mindless cold hearted reptiles they once were before. The swamps and lakes warring factions ceased to exist as the average sliks flock too these larger beings and treated them like deity, with undying loyalty, out of faith as these larger forms of them self’s were birthed too lead them, or out of fear of becoming the bottom of the food chain. Now the sliks strive for greater things, and the population have band together with some form of feudal system to keep the peace and to overcome the odds and finally become as one for the greater good of the species, however old habits die hard and many are torn or struggling too adapt to the new ways of an organised social race.
Due to their habitat of being secluded submerged caves in either deep lake or swamps, contact with other races is almost non-existent, even among themselves out of fear of coming across another warring blood thirsty sliks looking for glory or just supper, the race is quite isolated from the world.
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Strengths: Natural Swimmers / scale Armour / night sight / cold resistant /leaping capabilities / camouflage while submerged / lacks empathy / immune to poison
Weakness: Overwhelmed inland / fire / requires moisture / poor eyesight in daylight / aggressive tendencies, predatory instinct, / cannibalistic / lack technological insight / dependant on leaders
Thee Slikittok tonrar are a predatory amphibious cave dwelling race of reptile like creatures, that differ in size and colour. Generic Slik appearances are typically darker colours consisting of purples, deep blues and dark greens. They have a carapace of harden armour scales along their whole body besides lighter softer, leather like ‘weak spots’ under their chins and arms. However dominate males and females brought together by natural selection and cultural beliefs have produced pedigree like offspring with brighter markings and a greater bulking mass of a creature. The Slikittok tonrar typically are Quadraped when out of their natural habitat for speedy manoeuvres, although in their dwellings or when partaking in combat they will raise on two legs for practically in combat and their daily activities. Slikittok tonrar creatures have bulky heads with rows of sharp carnivorous teeth, and two sharp horns either on top of the head or below the jaw. These creatures have six limbs, the hind legs are powerful thicker log like, to assist them with lunging out of the water at great velocity or to lunge at prey inland. While the other two limbs that are humanoid arms and hands yet the digits of the hand form sharp vicious claws but yet still capable of gripping and holding simple tools of some sort. There final two limbs possess cruel spikes that due to evolution have almost came obsolete yet still provided additional sensory benefits and stability while leaping at great speeds and heights, and of course skew prey!
Slikittok tonrara, reproduce as a typical reptilian would, although the females of the tribes approach and seek worthy decorated males who have been trial and tested seasoned combatant, too ultimately better the next generation of strong hunters and warriors.
Behaviour and cultural of this race is very warlike and aggressive, and cruel. Despite the nature of the race, there is a hierarchy to unsure that the species doesn’t succumb to extinction! As previously without these larger ‘pedigree’ domination males, chaos and open warfare was ripe, among the broods that made the population of this race. At a time sliks could only trust their blood related, while the swamp was a host too cannibalism and genocide. Only recently after the birth of these larger beings the race has become more civilised and coexistent of one and other, and not like mindless cold hearted reptiles they once were before. The swamps and lakes warring factions ceased to exist as the average sliks flock too these larger beings and treated them like deity, with undying loyalty, out of faith as these larger forms of them self’s were birthed too lead them, or out of fear of becoming the bottom of the food chain. Now the sliks strive for greater things, and the population have band together with some form of feudal system to keep the peace and to overcome the odds and finally become as one for the greater good of the species, however old habits die hard and many are torn or struggling too adapt to the new ways of an organised social race.
Due to their habitat of being secluded submerged caves in either deep lake or swamps, contact with other races is almost non-existent, even among themselves out of fear of coming across another warring blood thirsty sliks looking for glory or just supper, the race is quite isolated from the world.
Location
Strengths: Natural Swimmers / scale Armour / night sight / cold resistant /leaping capabilities / camouflage while submerged / lacks empathy / immune to poison
Weakness: Overwhelmed inland / fire / requires moisture / poor eyesight in daylight / aggressive tendencies, predatory instinct, / cannibalistic / lack technological insight / dependant on leaders
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First time RPing!! Saw this thread after browsing the internet, and registered just to take part
Hopefully I don't embarrass myself or irritate you all at my lack of inexperience!
First time RPing!! Saw this thread after browsing the internet, and registered just to take part
Hopefully I don't embarrass myself or irritate you all at my lack of inexperience!
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