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The Elder Scrolls: Oblivion - Crimson Skies

Expect a small post tomorrow.

Muskets & Magic - Dark Fantasy RP

Fleshed history out. Those are always my trouble areas.

Expeditionary Dossier

Appearance: Dark eyes full of fire and intensity are what most people notice when they first meet Al'Mukal. This copper skinned pathfinder and mercenary is lean, with a trim figure and long legs. His black hair is wavy, loose and tousled. Scars crisscross his left arm just above the elbow. He wears the typical Expeditionary uniform, albeit he's made it look rather worn and ragged due to his nature. His sash belt is also crimson colored, reminiscent of his Akivir homeland.

Name: Al'Mukal Sharam

Age: 26

Race: Human, Akivir

Profession: Tracker

Personality: Al'Mukal is single minded and determined. When a task is set in front of him, he will see it to the end unless given great reason not to. The frontier is his home, the earth is his bed, and the sky is his clock. While he is often unused to spending time with people for very long, he can still be quite charming with his earnest, humble, yet somewhat mischievous view of the world. Growing up in a world rife with conflict, he sees violence as a necessary reaction to corruption and greed. However, he sometimes yearns for it, which he is frightened of more than the violence himself. One should note, he's driven just as much by curiosity of the unknown and loyalty to his faith as he is by the promise of riches and excitement.

Backstory:Born as a commoner in the Akivir nation, Al'Mukal was the son of a trader who would ship his cargo between cities, often hiring mercenaries and trackers that would bring tales of fortune and adventure to him, who would in turn tell them to Ak'Mukal. To the young Al, the open desert was a vast and mysterious place, and he even gained a desire to read when he found out knowledge of this land, and distant lands to the east and west could be gained from books.

He learned quickly, his mother learning alongside him and his little sister and doing her best to teach them what she only had rudimentary skills in. When he was not working in his father's shop, listening to traveler's tales, and reading, he was trying to keep himself and his little sister out of trouble. They were often bullied, which lead Al'Mukal to gain a somewhat shady and silent nature.

When he was thirteen years of age, his father was killed by a business partner when trying to blackmail him out of his trade assets. His mother married another man who attempted to set Al'Mukal to work for him, but the young boy's spirit was crushed. Al'Mukal fled into the wilderness, joining a group of ne'er-do-wells and thieves and living off whatever they could for the next few years. It was an act of desperation, and a cheap bid at freedom and to throw off the shackles of his life, in which he felt trapped. Thieving was not something he ever wanted to partake in however, despite his enjoyments of living out of the civilized world. It was a particular occasion that made him leave his thieving crew behind on spirit, when he was forced to threaten someone for their money at Knife point. The Guilt would never leave him.

One day he stumbled upon an Maer caravan far from the road and lost. After uneasy introductions, he helped them out and guided them back to the city. With each step, he felt more and more whole. Almost as if he was living his early dreams. In a way, he felt like he was honoring his late father, for he had always encouraged Al'Mukal's passions for travel.

He decided to become a businessman of sorts, like his father. Only his wares would be his protection and guidance for travelers among the desert. This lasted two years, until he was offered the role as a Mercenary for an outfit set on exploring the deeper reaches of the desert. Only mysterious, half legendary creatures and foolhardy cutthroats would travel into the deepest reaches of the sand dunes.

Fighting off bandits, the team found an Oasis and summarily rediscovered an old, lost trading route that cut the time moving between two prominent cities in half. Needless to say there was much rejoicing, and the merc team's fame spread throughout the local region.

When he returned to the city, he was greeted by an Ilya noblemen who needed a guide that would take him through the less traveled paths out of the desert, for he had much gold and precious cargo. Al'Mukal agreed, and was even invited to go back with them to their homeland, traversing the west. It was an opportunity he couldn't pass up, becoming a scout for the Noble's entourage and receiving a steady pay, a uniform, a place to stay, and a musket.

He worked for the man for some years as a tracker and extra muscle, while pulling off small mercenary and exploratory jobs on the side during his free time to earn extra cash. He was introduced to western culture, and even speaks more or less akin to them now, living among them the past eight years or so.

He particularly recalled being sent as a hired sword for a Caravan that traveled to Yggdra and the vast, primordial forests that towered over him like the Gods of old.It was when he looked upon it the Great tree that he felt a religious fervor he had not felt since he was a small boy. It was the majesty of nature that was holiness. It was a sight he would never forget, and when he made it back to Ilya, he stood a little bit taller and spoke with more surety than he had before. To be called upon this crusade to the new world is not only a chance for adventure, but in a way, he felt it to be divine edict.

Skills and Abilities:

• Marksman: Steady aim with a rifle.
• Close Combat: Quick with a fist or a blade.
• Tracking skills: Can follow man and beast through forest and desert.
• Survival skills: Knows how to survive in most environments, and can adapt to new situations with little civilized resources.
• Literate: He can read.
• Acrobatics: While no gymnist, he can certainly scale many obstacles, leap across crevices, and run quickly.
• Fire Magic: During his time with the bandits, he learned how to spout a simple flame. He cannot handle more than a small one though. Enough to begin a fire, or when in particular need, engulf someone's face for a short time.

Equipment:

• Rune Pattern Ethergun.
• Long Akivir Knife (1.5 foot blade)
• Water Canteen
• Herbs that help reduce bleeding and infection
• Expeditionary Uniform/Gear
• 30 feet of rope

House Wars and Blood Feuds In Old Venara

Unnatural practices with Lizards

House Wars and Blood Feuds In Old Venara

@SodomiteWhat say you, friend? I'm pretty dead set on a Captain of the Guard, but since you said you wanted it first, I'll defer to what you wish.

House Wars and Blood Feuds In Old Venara

@Big DreadJust pitching an idea. Could I be the Captain of the Guard, who is the 2nd son and runnaway of another prominent house?

Muskets & Magic - Dark Fantasy RP

@vietmykeI'll flesh out the history a bit more. As for the question, I felt like his skills helping to discovere a swifter trade route gave him a somewhat oft spoken name, which spread to some foreign Merchants wanting a pathfinder. Though if that seems sufficient to you, I could add that explanation to the History as well.

Tombs and Blades (Swords of the Cutlass Coast) (Lum & Poo)

Markus's thoughts and focus were completely upon the runes that held the key to their survival. Not only for the obvious need they had for opening the portal, but it was magic he had not seen before. Powerful weaves of various spells that yet still somehow unlocked with a (relatively) simple incantation. He almost had it. He only needed to decypher the last bit glowing script, his mind moving fast by sheet instinct. He couldn't, he...
Got it.

He placed a hand on the stone, and spoke. "Elen Tha Mas, Mor Vaheco Naesh." Suddenly, the runes blazed brightly, and the stone grinding against the archway as it slowly opened. His elation and relief was short lived, when he heard a thump and a cry of pain that sent a cold chill down his spine. Valerie!

The Orc stood over her with a glowering hatred, spittle dripping off its tusks. It grunted something in its guttural language, and raised its club to strike her down. The Orc's club flew down like a meteor, only to thunk into something hard and metal. Using his knees to brace himself, Markus had blocked the heavy blow with all of his strength.

"Get back," he ordered the Orc with menace he did not realize he had. If he had the chance to self examine himself, he'd surprise himself at the level of danger that had entered his dark eyes. With a deft movement, his sword flowed downwards and sliced into the Orc's belly, carving its spine. He twisted the blade, and tore it out with a terrible sucking noise. Blood pumped down the Orc's abdomen, and Markus kicked it backwards to sway and fall over.

The next Orc behind that one swung its Axe in a vicious arc, causing Markus to dance back. The portal was now open fully, and he knew that he could not hope to keep up any battle momentum. He was far too tired and winded to hold off for long. "Valerie!" he cried, ducking an Axe swing that cracked the statue of a Nobleman. "Get inside the tomb! I'm right behind."

He tried to block the next swing of the Axe, but so powerful was it that his sword was ripped out of his hands to hit the back wall. It was all he could do to produce his shield, and the next block nearly broke his arm, the impact causing him to cry out in pain and weariness. With the only wind he had left, he screamed at her. "Do it!"
@Luminosity

Escaping the Blight: A Collaboration of POOHEAD189 & MiddleEarthRoze

Rannon wrung his clothing and let himself dry off in the sun as Feri spoke. He knelt down to wash his hands of his blood, and then sat down again, merely listening. His look steeled when she mentioned she would not be welcome in the Dwarven society simply because of her mixed blood. He realized that he and her had more in common than he'd originally thought. He was not of mixed race, but all Ferelden people were here because they had been seen as barbarians by the outer world.

He looked her up and down, realizing that she did look a bit more human than he initially thought. If it was another time and place, he realized she'd look very attractive to him with her curves and girlish features. He looked away, and got to finishing up collecting his gear once more. Once she was done speaking, he gave a rare smile, and even a laugh. "Smart," he replied. "And Gideon'd love that, right fella?"

The Mabari had trotted out of the water, and then violently shook his hide. Water droplets flew everywhere, and his tongue was hanging out as he looked between Feri and Rannon. "I'll take that as a yes." Rannon replied, standing up. "Lead the way, Feri."

Muskets & Magic - Dark Fantasy RP

Expeditionary Dossier

Appearance: Dark eyes full of fire and intensity are what most people notice when they first meet Al'Mukal. This copper skinned pathfinder and mercenary is lean, with a trim figure and long legs. His black hair is wavy, loose and tousled. Scars crisscross his left arm just above the elbow. He wears the typical Expeditionary uniform, albeit he's made it look rather worn and ragged due to his nature. His sash belt is also crimson colored, reminiscent of his Akivir homeland.

Name: Al'Mukal Sharam

Age: 26

Race: Human, Akivir

Profession: Tracker

Personality: Al'Mukal is single minded and determined. When a task is set in front of him, he will see it to the end unless given great reason not to. The frontier is his home, the earth is his bed, and the sky is his clock. While he is often unused to spending time with people for very long, he can still be quite charming with his earnest, humble, yet somewhat mischievous view of the world. Growing up in a world rife with conflict, he sees violence as a necessary reaction to corruption and greed. However, he sometimes yearns for it, which he is frightened of more than the violence himself. One should note, he's driven just as much by curiosity of the unknown and loyalty to his faith as he is by the promise of riches and excitement.

Backstory: He was conscripted from an early age by a prominent Nobleman from the nation of Ilya for his quick blade, steady aim, and ability to track both animals and people through the wilderness.

Born as a commoner in the Akivir nation, Al'Mukal was the son of a trader who would ship his cargo short distances between cities. To him, the open desert was a vast and mysterious place, and he even gained a desire to read when he found out knowledge of the land, and distant lands could be gained from books.

When he was thirteen years of age, his father was killed by a business partner when trying to blackmail him out of his business assets. Al'Mukal fled into the wilderness, joining a group of ne'er-do-wells and thieves and living off whatever they could for the next few years. He soon grew tired of it however. Thieving was not something he ever wanted to partake in, despite his enjoyments of living out of the trappings of civilization. One day he stumbled upon an Maer caravan far from the road and lost. They rewarded him with coin and thanks.

He decided to become a businessman of sorts, like his father. Only his wares would be his protection and guidance for travelers among the desert. This lasted two years, until he was offered the role as a Mercenary for an outfit set on exploring the deeper reaches of the desert.

Fighting off bandits, the team found an Oasis and summarily rediscovered and old, lost trading route that cut the time moving between two prominent cities in half.

He was rewarded a musket, and a patron. For when he returned to his city, he was greeted by an Ilya noblemen and offered to be taken to the coastal nation.

Al'Mukal accepted, and worked for the man for some years as a tracker and extra muscle, while pulling off small mercenary and exploratory jobs on the side. He was introduced to western culture, and even speaks more or less akin to them now.

The Elves and the great tree were of a great interest to him. It was when he looked upon it that he felt a religious fervor he had not felt since he was a small boy. It was the majesty of nature that was holiness. To be called upon this crusade to the new world is not only a chance for adventure, but his divine edict.

Skills and Abilities:

• Marksman: Steady aim with a rifle.
• Close Combat: Quick with a fist or a blade.
• Tracking skills: Can follow man and beast through forest and desert.
• Survival skills: Knows how to survive in most environments, and can adapt to new situations with little civilized resources.
• Literate: He can read.
• Acrobatics: While no gymnist, he can certainly scale many obstacles, leap across crevices, and run quickly.
• Fire Magic: During his time with the bandits, he learned how to spout a simple flame. He cannot handle more than a small one though. Enough to begin a fire, or when in particular need, engulf someone's face for a short time.

Equipment:

• Rune Pattern Ethergun.
• Long Akivir Knife (1.5 foot blade)
• Water Canteen
• Herbs that help reduce bleeding and infection
• Expeditionary Uniform/Gear
• 30 feet of rope

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

@DarkravenThe real question is, why was there two notifications here

Also true, I was just replying quickly :P. My bad.