Peace Keeper

Demon Sunrise

Ah, thank you Khan.
Hm... Scar or Steppes...

Demon Sunrise

I guess I could try my best with the demon planes, and whilst this roleplay is incredibly organized, it seems that it's just too organized for me, I can't find certain things, etc.
So if you could show me in the direction of which demon planes are open then I would humbly oblige and do my utmost best.

The New Empires

Realm of Manram, North District

Many hours had passed since the duo had met one of the Order of Truth overseers walking along the wall opposite to their path, and it had also been many hours since they had thought about why they had spotted an overseer who didn't follow his own order regulations. The two of them had simply concluded, that with the arrival to the gates of Enoch, the overseer had simply ventured to take care of the body of a man who fell victim to the beasts of the winter. However the curiousity they had felt then began to bite once more at them within the large dining halls of the shudid inside the Walls of Enoch, in fact, the Walls of Manram were massive fortresses in and of theirselves. the four wall segments of Manram were all like that, with the Walls of Enoch being the strongest of the bunch, as well as facing the North.There was also the Walls of Equox, Malidon, and finally Equest.

''Sure is nice to eat some Juldir [famous holiday dish] once in a while, you just don't get bored with the taste!'' At one of the many tables of the dining hall was the duo, a pair of patrol soldiers deployed to the wall for their first assignment, not only that but they're also being trained by overseers from one of the Orders, their arrival will be in one month, after all the orders were busy with their practices. ''I can't agree more bilq, it's simply too delicious! The cooks did good today!''

''I heard that one of the nearby village cooks came over to supply us with the needed goods to make the Juldir..'' He said with another spoon approaching his mouth cautiously, yet with incredibly haste and desire. ''If you find that cook, then tell him that I'll give him my zalzabar! [Militarily Religious object, A knife]'' He said, taking it up from it's sheath and displaying it for his friend. ''Now, now, you don't want anyone to hear you say that..''

''Bliq, I couldn't agree more!'' He said with a growing grin, however at the sound of approaching footsteps he quickly sheathed the blade and looked behind him. What he was met by was the appearance of a man, no, rather a Giant covered in inscribings of both color and scars made in a seemingly religious fashion, he was brought out of this fasination by his partner. ''Halq [A word used to grab attention], the hell are you doing glaring at a weaponsbearer?!'' Just as he was brought back, he was met with the returning glare of the weaponsbearer, his size and body structure made it seem like it was the same overseer that they met on their patrol route.

''Hey... What's with those body paintings, and what the hell were those weird scars..?'' As he turned back from the piercing glare of a hulk, he waited for a few minutes before he opened his mouth more, he had always thought that even members of the Order were human beneath their great shells of iron, but this revelation made him question his previous resolve. Sure, what he had seen looked like a man, but the eyes of such a behemoth were not that of a human. ''Those were Morm, [body paintings in conjuncture to the Order of Truth] they are deeply spiritualistic and pseudo religious in nature. They are said to be what binds the truth..''

''Truth, what truth?'' As this question was asked his partner and friend took on a quite nervous face, however in the end he spilled out all that he knew to his friend. ''Look, I didn't tell you this but... The truth, or otherwise known as lop'qol, is the rejection of evil..'' His face became wary, and he looked both left and right, behind and before him as he spoke, incredibly cautious about anyone who might be listening, he observed the overseer as he sat down by himself as he ate. ''That doesn't sound to ba-''

''This is accomplished through the integration and assimilation of evil.'' Silence consumed them as they each took another spoon of Jublir and feasted on the wonderful taste in silence, however his friends weariness didn't ever faulter. ''It's said that their new recruits are put through a ritual which relates to ancient beliefs, and through this they are possesed by a demon, they then are forced to assimilate it, and it is through this that they gain their power...'' He returned to his silence, and his friend wanted to speak out, however he was left voiceless by what he'd heard. ''Isn't it strange that the strongest military asset the Gu-shedal holds is the Order of Truth, yet he limits them to the incredible secluded and religiously righteous monasteries of his nation? Did you hear of the Mal'faqdi?'' [Church/monastery incident] Their whispering was slowly becoming more and more inaudible, and his friend had to focus in order to hear it all with understanding.

''A long time ago in Murl-biq [A village in the Northern District] there was a deeply devote man to the ways of Balhabat, [native northern religion] he went to the designated monastery every night and day so that he may appease the Gods proper, but one day he was met with a stranger, one clad in the heaviest armor he'd seen through the days of his life, and suddenly this hulk turned towards him, on the helmet was the Galgubar cross that you can find on all weaponbearers. The man was caught by surprise and let out a feint scream, however the hulk would not respond kindly and bursted after the man. You can imagine how it ended, and let me tell you this, it ended just like you imagined.''

With a slight sip of his habaq [soft alcohol in the military] and another spoon of his jublir, he was left with many questions, and as he turned to the overseer in the far reaches of the room, he was bemet by simply more questions. He did not believe in demons or spirits, but he had seen what men can do, and how would the Order of Truth create such a thing, and then force a man to live his life in the same body as such a beast.. Surely they'd lose their humanity, and it was then that he was bemet once again by the face of the overseer, as he was staring back into the eyes of his own.

''I lost my appetite...''

The New Empires

If I am, then I don't mean to be.

Feigling, it's typical that when you read something you seem to find something similar in your game library.

Demon Sunrise

Hero/Champion

Name:
''Dos''

Appearance:

Dos is a human unlike the most, his strenght and stamina stand head over heels above that of his nearest pear. His titanic strenght is, however, not his greatest asset, but it's his tactical thinking. Under the heavy armor that even the most greedy demon would have problem piercing lies a scarred body which holds an incredible brain of both knowledge and tactical thinking. Dos was the name he took on after his previous life had forsaken him, and in his own native tongue, Dos means 'He who knows'.

Standing proudly at 7'3'', and weighing slightly below his average, the armour more than makes up for that by adding on an incredible layer of weight for Dos' muscles to work on. However if the armor was to be removed, and the cloak of cloth which covers him removed, then his scarred and ashen body would be seen to the Earth and all who live and are dead. A body burned by fire, cut by knives, daggers and swords and rotten to the core, leaving only a noble heart left unsoiled. He stays in life through the use and practice of magic, magic which he, himself, has lost the meaning to, because this can only be practiced by another, and even though he knows the spells and incantations, his body has given up on him, and his unability to produce enough life force removes his ability to even practice it upon a dead insect.

Therefore, his body may be rotten, however his muscles somehow remain, whilst they do not look as well as they'd possibly be alive, his body has lost reason, and whilst his head has it in spades, his strenght has increased and through daily practice he keeps his muscles alive and present. He is not dead man yet, however on the verge, he often looks upon the door, but walks away from it in his sleepless hours of night.

History:
Dos was originally a normal, every day villager within the confines of a surprisingly prideful village society. However, to the nature of man they fell and corruption was swept into every aspect of life. Much like the wisest man would say, man is but another demon.

His village fell to the hands of mans evil side, and he, alone, was left to carry on a tale of torture and slavery. Becuase he survived, he was mentally affected. Losing senses of emotion and feelings. He was quite unable to have a normal life and when he was yet a teen was forced to flee from the village and escape corruption. He somehow found his way into the cities, with little to no supply left he was just barely kept alive by the few kind strangers offering him either a penny or a bit of their own bread and water.

However these days would not last forever, when he found himself at the age of 25 he was taken under a nobleman, whatever reason was unknown to him at the time, and he happily accepted the offer. At first it looked divine, like a righteous refuge where he could spend the rest of his days in peace. However the day would pass away, and inevitably only the darkness would remain. Dos was all to well aware of the nature of man, and whilst he had learned to put on a fake face, he was more than able to see through others. However the man who would take him in, would show his face all too late for Dos to understand.

Like the pendulum, there's ups and downs, but there can never be a higher up than previously experienced, and it then spirals into an abyss of downs, gradually decreasing in the maximum up you'd recieve until there was only down. The nobleman would show himself, his real self, and when he did, Dos would be unable to escape. The nobleman was in fact another slave driver, covering his face behind the face of a kind man who earned riches on helping the farmers. But in fact, the farmers were his slaves, and what had happened at his village was because of this man.

Dos was put through rigorous torture day and night, and when he'd unknowingly defy his master he was burnt by flame. Yet he was forced to continue on. His escape at the age of 54 was only thanks to the local military garrison who had lost one of their soldiers in the area and by dumb luck happened to see the slave pens of this nobleman. Dos could not be given back his life, however magicians of many kinds attempted to put him back as much as possible, however the only thing they could do was freeze his slow decay. Dos was given apprenticeship under a great military mage as an apology to what he'd been through his entire life.

There he was met with the only kind human in his life of torture and endurance. He was taught how to maintain his body and how to perform magics of many kinds. He was trained rigorously once more, however for the first time in his life, it was on his own accord, it was of his own will that he trained so hard, and as a response, he trained harder than he'd ever done in his life. Through unconcious hate and anger he was built up and reforged, whilst his vessel remained the same, he was another person entirely. Forgetting emotion, the only thing he needed was the knowledge within his masters vast library, and through days and nights he trained, read and occasionally slept.

It was after an unknown amount of years that he decided to leave his former master, for he did know that time had been paused around himself, his master was not as fortunate. Taking with him the one book he'd yet to open within the halls of the vast library, he ventured into the wilderness and through endless journey and exploration he found himself in possession of equippment most men would only hear of in tales, and behind him, there was a band of men much like himself, who followed him to yander.

Personality:
Dos is a very unemotional person, however his knowledge spans many decades of history, sometimes even eons depending on which subject. However uninvolved in emotional metters he may be, his wise way of life inspires many to follow him, and his become known since become known as Dos, because before then he was nameless. Due to his past experiences his knowledge only became greater, and simply because he was enslaved, people respect him ever the greater, because before them stands a man who doesn't cheat death, but a man who doesn't fall for it, because he has yet more to accomplish.

Armaments:
Dos carries on him an armor forged long ago, yet it's strenght and spirit screams out above all others. He found it within an ancient ruin which seemed to belong to some sort of crafting folk. Since then he has spent endless nights and days enchanting the armor and embedding his magic into it, making the armor his spiritual vessel, and therefore removing the pressure from his own body. You could say that the armor allows him to move through it and not the armor moving through his bodies power. This piece of armor would soon reveal itself to Dos as the Angelic Protector A'Quelz, a legendary armor piece which originally was said to belong to an angel given mortal form.

Dos has yet to acquire a Sword, but his hands have come across a very peculiar shield. One of tower design, it reaches almost two thirds the lenght of his body and upon the front lies a cross of religious design. Whilst he does not intend to use it for religious purposes, he does know the shield to be the Keeper of Fragul-Bar, a legendary shield which was sparsly mentioned in the book of Fragul Donbar, a swordsman only legends speak of.

Abilities:
Dos, through years of learning and training, and a natural affinity for magic, is incredibly potent and deadly when it comes to the art of arcanum. He is able to craft arcane structures out of mere energy, basically he can manifest solid objects through manipulating energy, however that is nothing to brag of, however his ability to bend fire and earth seemingly to his will is. Whilst he is a very powerful mage, he, just like anyone, has limits.

Stronghold

Name:
The Fortress of Dalgobar

Type:
Fortress/Castle

Location:
N/A

Description:
Dalgobar is surprisingly large in appearance, it's built along a mountain wall, this mountain is known as Dalgobasa, it just so happens to be a vacant volcano covered in ice and snow. Dalgobar, however, is a fortress built so rigidly that even siege weapons would have trouble piercing down it's walls. This is not because the stone is something all too special, but rather it's because they walls are built along natural expansions of the mountain, making the mountain itself support it's foundation. Dalgobar is often thought of as the Mountain Fortress, and that is true to the greatest of extent, because nowhere on Dalgobasa are you safe, with many tunnels and caverns of stone and brick, the fortress has inserted itself throughout the entire mountain. And whilst it stands grand and prideful along the most straight side of the mountain, it also contains massive amounts of halls and chambers within the mountain far grander in scale than what you'd see within the castle itself. To make matters worse, the keep itself, the central part of the fortress, is placed on the very top of the mountain, the keep in that way surrounds the cauldron of the vulcano with it's keep walls, and Dos' person keep resides on the most northern part of the cauldron, it is from here that Dos commands his troops, and those living in his area of influence most of the time.

It is worth noting that Dalgobar is not entirely made by the followers of Dos, Dalgobar is for the most part a ruin, or well, it used to be. However Dos' knowledge lead them to this place and now they have just finished repairing the fortress to it's former glory. During the time they've been repairing, village folk have also set their houses around the walls of Dalgobar, because the land around the volcano is very furtile, such irony.

Faction

Name:
The Order of Truth

Size:
4600~

Hierarchy and Culture:
The hierarchy and culture of the order is much like you'd expect a monarchy would work. Dos stands as the Order head, and beneath him are ten acting Guardians. These are well versed warriors as well as knowledgable historians and philosofers, they follow the example made by Dos and attempt their best in following his ways and defend him from anyone unworthy of facing him. They act as his personal guard. Each Guardian holds command over more or less 300 warriors, all who devote their life to the arts of learning knowledge and philosofi so that they may bring truth to the world. Beneath the Guardians and in the midsts of their 300 soldiers each, there are an additional 10 who act as Observos, their job is to inform their given Guardian and the command structure of information through magic. Then there's about 25 officers of three different ranks. 5 Grand Warrior Librarians, 10 Veteran Warrior Librarians, and 15 Crusaders, they see to it that the Guardians commands are followed and delivered to all of their forces.

The culture, on the other hand much follows that of a monastery, I could say. Forgiving their past selves, they sacrifice their personality and turns to a life of research and learning so that they may spread themselves out and help people in need, through both practical and spiritual ways. The 10 different Generals each have their own task and moral position, for example one may be Spiritual and then that means that this Guardian and his/her forces focus on a more spiritual way of training and fighting.

History:
The founding happened over a longer period of time, and it wasn't much to be impressed of. It simply happened when a couple of villagers caught sight of a mysterious hulk wandering the lands and they decided to follow him, they began to converse with him and suddenly they had given up their own lives so that they may follow his. Dos in turn took to aid them in any way he could, using his knowledge and lay of the lands to forge to his followers armor befitting of someone who wanders.

When the number had accumilated and the long wander across half the world had lead to a close end, Dos declared the founding of an Order, and he spoke of why he walked. He spoke of the destination, Dalgobar and it's history. And they who followed became fewer, they dispursed but some remained loyal, and that was all that Dos wished for. Reaching out a scroll he wrote the founding principles of the order and as swift and mysterious as that, an order which beckons truth above all was former, an order who wished not to lay in the shadow of anything but the mountain of Dalgobasa.

Military Capabilities:
The unit types of the Order vary greatly between each Guardian, and Dos' personal force, however the principles of fighting is more or less unchanged undependant of which Guardian you serve, or if you serve the Orders head directly. ''There shall be men who absorbe the brunt of the enemy, they shall be known as Gal, They who sacrifice. There shall be those who aid their comrades at the front from the reaches of the back, they will be known as Mal, They who help. And there shall be those who carry the strenght, they shall be known as Fal, they who punish.'' This is what was written in the founding chapters of the Orders founding scroll.

Banner:
''Truth needs no banner to which it rallies under, it needs only truth.''

Demon Sunrise

Alright, thank you very much for clearing my confusion.

The New Empires

How typical.

The New Empires

Feigling, I meant that I liked it.

Demon Sunrise

So... Is it open?
I mean a lot of people just switched.
And the OP says you're full, etc.

To put it frankly, I'm a bit confused.

Demon Sunrise

If a spot were to ever show it's face, could you please inform me?
This seemed quite interesting and I would surely like to be a part in it eventually.