So nice to come back to this and see the activity popping about.
I am Slade, I'm the other GM of our second season of Essence of the World. I'm currently in the midst of writing out the OOC. Truth be told i wanted to work on in last night so in would coincide with our Interest check posted by Mikael. But alas, my internet is never too good. So it did not come to pass.
I'm the creators and overall controllers of the two major factions (The Kingdom of the Gospel and Omnity). Mikael is the creator and controller of another mysterious faction called the Iotans. We have a few other factions as well in store for you. But they will be revealed in due time when we can co-ordinate everything in a fruitful manner.
All our veteran players of Season one are enthusiastic about working with more players and expanding our close-knit community that is the core reason why we've been so successful in being one of the few groups to actually finish an RP. A feat not accomplished by most other RP's and is a reason of pride amongst ourselves and of course, among the original creator and former GM, Wild Wind. Who will be joining us as a player for Season 2.
Now help us be even more prideful by giving us the right to say we've completed two successful RPs. Something that is never heard of.
Welcome to Essence of the World II: Tears do Fall.
Any question you have can be directed here until the OOC is up and running.
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and posted. Actually I got this done last night and was trying to put it up. But my internet was acting childish so i gave up xD
Saul followed behind Rexel as he looked around the squalor of a community he was being led to. These beings were hardly living in homes for the most part, he had seen and known poverty as a child but this to him was on a whole new level. And of course he guessed that it was almost impossible to improve their situations. The general populace would have none of that; they needed someone to look down upon so that their own meager housing seemed like a mansion in comparison to the humiliatingly humble Lizard-folk community. Though Saul wasn't really disgusted by this. His apathy towards the suffering of others was that he either didn't care, or more likely wasn't surprised by it; having been the instrument of the very same cruelty once, a lifetime ago.
Despite Rexel's obvious discomfort in being around beings who collected human teeth and bones. Saul was almost fascinated by it and respected it greatly. These were a warrior people, a hard people, and most notably above all else, a proud people. Despite their standards of living that most soft-bellied Renaltans would consider appalling, the Lizard-folk had tapestries displaying their feats of strength, courage and mettle. These were not a people whose honor and dignity would be sullied lightly. And Saul admired and respected that since he was the same, despite having lost all sense of dignity personally.
Saul almost laughed out loud when he saw the grand and proud building amidst all the hovels surrounding it. The irony was so stunning Saul figure it was something that one would only hear about in a satirical novel. But here it was, Varro's establishment (or so he assumed at least) and guarded by Lizard-folk that seemed a little too lax to be on guard duty. But Saul guessed far better.
When the guard blocked off Rexel, Saul strove up front with confidence, the heat didn't bother him. An upbringing on a poor farm in the sweltering Rheinfeld sun put that weakness to rest quite early on in his life. Once again his posture and way he conducted himself was that of a soldier, a commander. Yet Saul didn't even realize it half the time. At this point, it was habitual.
“I'm trying to prevent your people from being mobbed by the City's majority. I'd say that would be an extent of invitation.”
The lizardman rolls his shoulders, pressing off away from the wall and rising to his full height. Perhaps no challenge to Saul's stature, but it did not appear to matter much to the man. He eyes Saul up and down before his lips draw back. Perhaps the exposed fangs were a fierce smile... Or perhaps a threatening display. Saul could hardly be certain given his inexperience with the race. "Let them come, human. H'risshrii alwaysss ready," he blurts choppily. It would be apparent that common is not his favoured language. A cacophony of hisses and clicks roar out about him before the guard slashes his hand at the air. Silence reigns, almost eerily. Saul would feel every eye in the area suddenly on them.
Saul curiously looks around as the lizard-folk made what he thought was some sort of war cry. A proud defiant stance at all who would harm them. He stood there for a moment amid the silence. Poor Rexel must have been shitting himself in fear at this moment. But Saul paid him no mind, he was processing what the guard was telling him and was starting to understand how these people thought.
He concluded that he liked them very much. Almost too much, their pride and their intimidating hisses was intoxicating to Saul, he couldn't get enough of it. Perhaps a decade of being a shining example of failure made him forget what it was like to be proud and to be around those who fought like him, who bled like him, and who would probably die like him as well.
He looks at the guard and right before breaking the silence, gives his own blood-curdling grin of approval.
“Aye!” He proclaimed enthusiastically “And you would fight well. I'm almost envious of it in fact.”
He looks about again, the lizard-folk were now watching him. Perhaps they were amused by this human who came marching in like this. Who could say what these beings thought in the back of their scaly heads.
“But you and I both know the hysterical mob are not fighters or soldiers. Their crying little cowards looking to kill something weaker than themselves. They won't go after you, with your weapons and mettle. They'll go after your younglings, your food supplies, your houses. They won't take your life because they cannot, but they'll go after your way of living. And drive you off your land.”
Saul glared at the guard. He wasn't trying to intimidate him per say. But the blood had gotten to Saul's head, for a moment, he felt like he belonged somewhere again.
“And they'll do it not because their cunning or evil. But because their stupid and frantic. Someones going around killing people and making it look like your kind did it.”
He then takes a step back from the guard and scoffs at him.
“Someone is trying to portray your Community as a bunch of thieving rogues who kill old weak defenseless politicians in the dark. Who aren't faithful soldiers and citizens of Tuleria but instead squandering cutthroats who scuttle like a rat in the shadows.”
Maybe it was becoming obvious that Saul had once been a general. He gave very rousing speeches, which one didn't expect out of one who looked so brutish as he did.
The guard appears baffled as the human fails to back away. Rexel, beginning to reach for his weapon while quivering with fear, looks around with frantic terrified eyes. A more serpentine lizardfolk woman appears to take interest in this, letting out a low hiss and slinking closer. Before tension could break, the guardsman bursts out into laughter, "Ssssmoothsskin is ssmart!" He looses a series of noises to those around him. They seem to relax and back off as his partner goes inside, casting a sad look at Rexel as they slink away. "People here not bright," he taps his temple, "Don't think. Not like thingss were, before little ssmoothsskinss and your kind made Tuleria," he nods somberly. "But our land too now, we do not want blood of..." he pauses for a moment, thinking of the word, "Countrymen." He falters and looks back for a moment. "What deathss you sspeak of?"
Saul gives out a warm-hearted grin at the Lizard-folk's laughter. He grunts in agreement at his words. Though Saul wondered what it was like to live in a community whose culture and way of life was in constant danger of being over-run by such hostile forces in the City. Groups like the Dragon knights openly preaching slaughter; as if they had any idea of the definition of the word. Saul concluded that their circumstances must have been rather shite. And he had a feeling that if he expressed this opinion openly, most of the lizard-folk would not disagree with him.
He looks at the guard when he asks the last question. Saul sighs somberly for a moment.
“Sorry, but that I can't go into too much detail about it. But lets just say that people are getting killed. And someone really wants people to think it's either a Lycan or a Lizardman carrying it out”
Saul looked over to Rexel for a brief moment and gave out a soft, humorous snort in response to the Captain's actions. Saul figured that his ignorance of these lands would be a bit of an advantage. Men seemed to be genuinely scared of Lizard-folk. While Saul was enjoying their company more and more. Though that perhaps spoke more on Saul's personality more than anything else.
“Master Varro can vouch for the validity of my statement” he said to the guard in a somber tone. “And I need to speak with him to see if we can find a way to sort this mess out.”
The lizardman scratches along his neck, nails picking beneath scales, "Ah, Varro. You want ssee Varro?... Maybe ssoon. He busyman, you talk to Clansmasster firsst, maybe? He talk to more than H'risshii, know much of Port Luclin." Rexel narrows his eyes, "He would not talk to me before." The lizardman grunts, "He knowss you not like our kind. Thinkss you no better than little sso-called 'Knightss'"
Saul sighs in minor annoyance. Even the lizard-folk had a bureaucracy to some extent. So he needed to talk to this Clans Master first? Saul at first would have much preferred Varro... until he heard Port Luclin mentioned. He remembered that corpse that Janelle showed to the group dealt with official business at the Port. Saul brightened a little bit. Perhaps it was better to see him first.
“Yes. I would be incredibly interested in what your Clans Master could reveal to me, I would appreciate being sent in that direction.”
Saul then rolled his eyes at the banter between Rexel and the guard. It would have been humorous if it wasn't so trivial.
“Captain Rexel is my guide throughout the City and I wish him to accompany me. So I will vouch for him and will promise your Clans Master that he will be primarily talking to me and not our dear Captain.”
After a moments pause, Saul thought he would add one small bit of advice,
“There is a strong difference between dislike, and what the Knights preach.”
The guard shrugs a shoulder, "You have point. But many not... trusst Captain." He grunts as his companion returns and utters a few quiet words. "Ah, Ssbis will ssee you. Come."
Despite Rexel's obvious discomfort in being around beings who collected human teeth and bones. Saul was almost fascinated by it and respected it greatly. These were a warrior people, a hard people, and most notably above all else, a proud people. Despite their standards of living that most soft-bellied Renaltans would consider appalling, the Lizard-folk had tapestries displaying their feats of strength, courage and mettle. These were not a people whose honor and dignity would be sullied lightly. And Saul admired and respected that since he was the same, despite having lost all sense of dignity personally.
Saul almost laughed out loud when he saw the grand and proud building amidst all the hovels surrounding it. The irony was so stunning Saul figure it was something that one would only hear about in a satirical novel. But here it was, Varro's establishment (or so he assumed at least) and guarded by Lizard-folk that seemed a little too lax to be on guard duty. But Saul guessed far better.
When the guard blocked off Rexel, Saul strove up front with confidence, the heat didn't bother him. An upbringing on a poor farm in the sweltering Rheinfeld sun put that weakness to rest quite early on in his life. Once again his posture and way he conducted himself was that of a soldier, a commander. Yet Saul didn't even realize it half the time. At this point, it was habitual.
“I'm trying to prevent your people from being mobbed by the City's majority. I'd say that would be an extent of invitation.”
The lizardman rolls his shoulders, pressing off away from the wall and rising to his full height. Perhaps no challenge to Saul's stature, but it did not appear to matter much to the man. He eyes Saul up and down before his lips draw back. Perhaps the exposed fangs were a fierce smile... Or perhaps a threatening display. Saul could hardly be certain given his inexperience with the race. "Let them come, human. H'risshrii alwaysss ready," he blurts choppily. It would be apparent that common is not his favoured language. A cacophony of hisses and clicks roar out about him before the guard slashes his hand at the air. Silence reigns, almost eerily. Saul would feel every eye in the area suddenly on them.
Saul curiously looks around as the lizard-folk made what he thought was some sort of war cry. A proud defiant stance at all who would harm them. He stood there for a moment amid the silence. Poor Rexel must have been shitting himself in fear at this moment. But Saul paid him no mind, he was processing what the guard was telling him and was starting to understand how these people thought.
He concluded that he liked them very much. Almost too much, their pride and their intimidating hisses was intoxicating to Saul, he couldn't get enough of it. Perhaps a decade of being a shining example of failure made him forget what it was like to be proud and to be around those who fought like him, who bled like him, and who would probably die like him as well.
He looks at the guard and right before breaking the silence, gives his own blood-curdling grin of approval.
“Aye!” He proclaimed enthusiastically “And you would fight well. I'm almost envious of it in fact.”
He looks about again, the lizard-folk were now watching him. Perhaps they were amused by this human who came marching in like this. Who could say what these beings thought in the back of their scaly heads.
“But you and I both know the hysterical mob are not fighters or soldiers. Their crying little cowards looking to kill something weaker than themselves. They won't go after you, with your weapons and mettle. They'll go after your younglings, your food supplies, your houses. They won't take your life because they cannot, but they'll go after your way of living. And drive you off your land.”
Saul glared at the guard. He wasn't trying to intimidate him per say. But the blood had gotten to Saul's head, for a moment, he felt like he belonged somewhere again.
“And they'll do it not because their cunning or evil. But because their stupid and frantic. Someones going around killing people and making it look like your kind did it.”
He then takes a step back from the guard and scoffs at him.
“Someone is trying to portray your Community as a bunch of thieving rogues who kill old weak defenseless politicians in the dark. Who aren't faithful soldiers and citizens of Tuleria but instead squandering cutthroats who scuttle like a rat in the shadows.”
Maybe it was becoming obvious that Saul had once been a general. He gave very rousing speeches, which one didn't expect out of one who looked so brutish as he did.
The guard appears baffled as the human fails to back away. Rexel, beginning to reach for his weapon while quivering with fear, looks around with frantic terrified eyes. A more serpentine lizardfolk woman appears to take interest in this, letting out a low hiss and slinking closer. Before tension could break, the guardsman bursts out into laughter, "Ssssmoothsskin is ssmart!" He looses a series of noises to those around him. They seem to relax and back off as his partner goes inside, casting a sad look at Rexel as they slink away. "People here not bright," he taps his temple, "Don't think. Not like thingss were, before little ssmoothsskinss and your kind made Tuleria," he nods somberly. "But our land too now, we do not want blood of..." he pauses for a moment, thinking of the word, "Countrymen." He falters and looks back for a moment. "What deathss you sspeak of?"
Saul gives out a warm-hearted grin at the Lizard-folk's laughter. He grunts in agreement at his words. Though Saul wondered what it was like to live in a community whose culture and way of life was in constant danger of being over-run by such hostile forces in the City. Groups like the Dragon knights openly preaching slaughter; as if they had any idea of the definition of the word. Saul concluded that their circumstances must have been rather shite. And he had a feeling that if he expressed this opinion openly, most of the lizard-folk would not disagree with him.
He looks at the guard when he asks the last question. Saul sighs somberly for a moment.
“Sorry, but that I can't go into too much detail about it. But lets just say that people are getting killed. And someone really wants people to think it's either a Lycan or a Lizardman carrying it out”
Saul looked over to Rexel for a brief moment and gave out a soft, humorous snort in response to the Captain's actions. Saul figured that his ignorance of these lands would be a bit of an advantage. Men seemed to be genuinely scared of Lizard-folk. While Saul was enjoying their company more and more. Though that perhaps spoke more on Saul's personality more than anything else.
“Master Varro can vouch for the validity of my statement” he said to the guard in a somber tone. “And I need to speak with him to see if we can find a way to sort this mess out.”
The lizardman scratches along his neck, nails picking beneath scales, "Ah, Varro. You want ssee Varro?... Maybe ssoon. He busyman, you talk to Clansmasster firsst, maybe? He talk to more than H'risshii, know much of Port Luclin." Rexel narrows his eyes, "He would not talk to me before." The lizardman grunts, "He knowss you not like our kind. Thinkss you no better than little sso-called 'Knightss'"
Saul sighs in minor annoyance. Even the lizard-folk had a bureaucracy to some extent. So he needed to talk to this Clans Master first? Saul at first would have much preferred Varro... until he heard Port Luclin mentioned. He remembered that corpse that Janelle showed to the group dealt with official business at the Port. Saul brightened a little bit. Perhaps it was better to see him first.
“Yes. I would be incredibly interested in what your Clans Master could reveal to me, I would appreciate being sent in that direction.”
Saul then rolled his eyes at the banter between Rexel and the guard. It would have been humorous if it wasn't so trivial.
“Captain Rexel is my guide throughout the City and I wish him to accompany me. So I will vouch for him and will promise your Clans Master that he will be primarily talking to me and not our dear Captain.”
After a moments pause, Saul thought he would add one small bit of advice,
“There is a strong difference between dislike, and what the Knights preach.”
The guard shrugs a shoulder, "You have point. But many not... trusst Captain." He grunts as his companion returns and utters a few quiet words. "Ah, Ssbis will ssee you. Come."
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I'll be hypocrite and agree with Limey and Kestral on this one. I know Heisenburg said he was having trouble writing anything this round. maybe next round when Players began going out and doing stuff that he can find his motivation and shine like the beautiful snowflake he is~
I suspect he just doesn't really care if how he acts rubs his comrades the wrong way. His personality is almost like a ying-yang concept in way. Sometimes he's a very nasty person with temper issues but at the same time, he's a competent leader who can be charismatic if he really wants to. which is quite a contrast I would imagine xD
As a former General. He was always looking out for his soldiers well being, and despite his rough appearance and attitude. His men knew he was always looking out for them. With his new team, that probably isn't translating well to the others. Plus he's now an equal member with them instead of being their superior like he has always been accustom to. Which could also prove difficult as Saul isn't the best of a team player.
As a former General. He was always looking out for his soldiers well being, and despite his rough appearance and attitude. His men knew he was always looking out for them. With his new team, that probably isn't translating well to the others. Plus he's now an equal member with them instead of being their superior like he has always been accustom to. Which could also prove difficult as Saul isn't the best of a team player.
Alphakoka said
Slade didn't realize him being projecting his 'unfriendly aura, RRAAAAHH!' is taken as him being uncaring to the rest?
no i realize how it was being interpreted. But Saul is still a jerk with temper issues. Even when he wants to show concern, he's lashing out at people. :p
just put up a post. My apologies for not getting it up sooner in the week. I'll make sure such delays do not happen again on my part
Saul nodded lightly at the Captain. Silently taking into account the feeling that something was deliberately left out by him, something rather important. For now it was better to keep such feelings to himself and only play on them when the moment presented itself. Saul then turned his attention towards Jellial, who had finished his inspection of the body. His face twisted and contorted into one of minor annoyance.
“Wonderful, that means someone has just been toying with the authorities. Making it look like one of the local Beastmen is responsible.”
Well that would at least explain why no one of Lycan or Lizard blood was being targeted: why would someone go after their own kind? It's much more convincing to slice up some poor sod and make it look like some “savage” Beastman did it. Of course it could still be a Lycan, just a different kind, but Saul was under the impression that it was just an average man pulling these killings in order to drive the Beastmen out. But it was all hearsay at this point. Though he was certain that whoever was carrying these murders out was no friend of the local tribes. Saul once again speaks to Jellial and gives a satisfactory grunt.
“Indeed. Talk to both, we need their support. I have a suspicion that whoever is behind this wants' nothing more than the Lycans and Lizardmen out of the country and is framing them for it with these slice and dice tactics.”
And these Dragon Knights seemed an obvious suspect. Though perhaps too obvious. From what he had been briefly told, they seemed like a zealous fringe group. The dime a dozen you see in any major city. Though with their whole ethnic cleansing mentality, they perfectly fitted the kind of suspect Saul was looking for, assuming he was right in the first place.
Saul then looks up toward Esyllt and with a small frown shakes his head.
“Nay, Master Varro has to be accounted for. If he's parading around the city this is the best and safest way to reach him. He is of vital importance in the span of things as well.”
He shifted his eyes suspiciously towards Jellial for a brief moment before focusing back on Esyllt.
“Besides, I'm well aware that to some, especially Lycans. My blood smells absolutely delicious. And I'm willing to think that they imagine I would taste a lot like chicken. So being near a large group of them is not good for my health.”
He looks at Esyllt solemnly, he suddenly was reminded of his years as a Commander. But quickly pushed back those bitter memories and spoke in a tone that resembled more of a refined general, and less of a brute he seemed to be now.
“Keep Jellial safe and protect him if anything should happen. He is our only link to the local tribes and to lose him would be insufferable.”
He then takes a glare at James for a moment to finally get a chance to size him up.
“And you should stick with the Girl. Keep her safe and head over to the Doctor.”
With that being said. Saul motioned for the Captain to lead him to Varro. He would be the odd man out and go by himself. But it was better than anyone else going by themselves. With all this investigating work, safety was a huge priority. As he begins to leave he hears Laenaia make a small quip, he turns and lashes out, his aura of leadership broken by his somewhat amazingly unreal temper.
“OF COURSE I'M CONCERNED!” he snarls viciously at her. His red pupil eyes harsh and unkind, but also a soft pain and worry behind them. “You think I wanna take a boat ride home with a bunch of you in boxes!”
He turns his back on the group and gestures for Captain Rexel to begin moving... quickly. Before Saul began maiming him. Who was she to ask him that question? Stupid idiot girl. He quickly took a deep breath and composed himself as he walked down the hallway.
After all, he had a General to attend to. One that was possibly paranoid, unstable and possessed. The only positive thing Saul could think of the occasion was that it certainly wouldn't be boring. Though Saul quickly realized that wasn't really making him feel better.
Hello everybody. If you don't already know this. This RP (season one) has ended. We will be starting Season two in a little while after we begin to get everything set up and co-ordinated. Wild Wind, our gracious and ever patient GM for this season is stepping down. She will be replaced in Season two by myself and Mikael.
We hope to make Season 2 an even better experience than before and to build on the foundation that Wild Wind has set for us. And we hope that others will build upon what we establish for a possible Season 3. Which if it does occur, myself and Mikael will step down and someone else will assume the role of GM.
We have many plans in store for Season 2 and hope you all enjoy what we can bring to the table in terms of writing and story-telling. Thank all of you for supporting us and for supporting this RP. This group is one of the few on this site that can say that it has completed an RP while most die off within a few weeks if that. This is due largely to our players communicating with each other and forming a community of understanding and respect. And we hope that new players will join our community in Season 2.
I look forward to Roleplaying with you all. It has been a blast
We hope to make Season 2 an even better experience than before and to build on the foundation that Wild Wind has set for us. And we hope that others will build upon what we establish for a possible Season 3. Which if it does occur, myself and Mikael will step down and someone else will assume the role of GM.
We have many plans in store for Season 2 and hope you all enjoy what we can bring to the table in terms of writing and story-telling. Thank all of you for supporting us and for supporting this RP. This group is one of the few on this site that can say that it has completed an RP while most die off within a few weeks if that. This is due largely to our players communicating with each other and forming a community of understanding and respect. And we hope that new players will join our community in Season 2.
I look forward to Roleplaying with you all. It has been a blast
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