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Is it possible for our characters to go back and forth between Sovereign and the outside world once the gates open?
Fat Boy Kyle said
Well if we begin by working out what areas everyone is in, and where they are in relation to other characters it'll help. So if you say where you imagined your character being. And but I've made the following deductions so far:-Vates is in on of the Upperclass zones (the Heights District). ---Supposedly Iktomi's old base was within reach of him, but not so close they had much contact. -Iktomi has just moved bases---Not too far from the skymall, which isn't too far from the Golden Mercs. So supposedly they are in reach of each other? -Kish and Ari are together and not too far from Itkomi?-Mathius is relatively far from Iktomi as he had to travel a while to reach him. Samual is around that area.-Zachary could be anywhere as he hasn't interacted with others yet. Same goes for Ariela, Weston and Thanar.
I've always wrote the Winters estate to be somewhere in the north of the city in quite a wealthy (but now mostly abandoned) district that is ground level, almost like a suburb. Kyle's right, Iktomi is about a days walk away from me (or at least his original base was) I dont know if Samuel is anywhere near me because hes had a day or two to leave the area. Just so nobody forgets, ive written that Mathias' gang has taken a portion (albeit only a few roads) of his district and also has ties with a large factory not far from him. Any who have come near so far have made reference too a woodland area near the estate aswell.
So to clarify:
-The winters estate, factory and forest are all in the North
-In a suburb-like area
-Far from the inner-city, at least a days walk
-Some roads (especiialy between the factory and the estate) are territory
Hope this helps :) and it would be cool if everyone did the same, not only for a map but to help other RPers understand the world around them :)
Name: Earlson Grey
Age: 58
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Wintra, Warshire
Current Home: The Winters Estate, North Soverign
Personality: To those who know him, Earlson is a loyal friend whom hold respect and honor above all else, he is full of humor and can diffuse any disagreement. To those who barely know him, he possesses and unrivaled intellect and holds the ability to convince even the most stubborn tyrants to take his side.
Bio: Born to a wealthy Wintra family, Earlson had the best education money could buy. Times change however, and the Grey's large fortune turned into unwavering debt. With the prospect of destitution hanging over the families head, Earlson's father comitted suicide, his mother died of grief, his brother transformed into a junkie and all other family severed ties to the Wintra Grey's. With nobody to turn to and nowhere to go, Earlson turned to a life of crime on the streets. In time, Earlson's path would cross with that of his future employer and oldest friend, Mathias Winters.
Appearance:
Special Traits/Weapons:
Amazing intellect and psychological training, able to read others (facial expressions, habits etc)
Pistol, rifle, taser gun and taser staff.
No Kage
Age: 58
Gender: Male
Birthplace: Wintra, Warshire
Current Home: The Winters Estate, North Soverign
Personality: To those who know him, Earlson is a loyal friend whom hold respect and honor above all else, he is full of humor and can diffuse any disagreement. To those who barely know him, he possesses and unrivaled intellect and holds the ability to convince even the most stubborn tyrants to take his side.
Bio: Born to a wealthy Wintra family, Earlson had the best education money could buy. Times change however, and the Grey's large fortune turned into unwavering debt. With the prospect of destitution hanging over the families head, Earlson's father comitted suicide, his mother died of grief, his brother transformed into a junkie and all other family severed ties to the Wintra Grey's. With nobody to turn to and nowhere to go, Earlson turned to a life of crime on the streets. In time, Earlson's path would cross with that of his future employer and oldest friend, Mathias Winters.
Appearance:
Special Traits/Weapons:
Amazing intellect and psychological training, able to read others (facial expressions, habits etc)
Pistol, rifle, taser gun and taser staff.
No Kage
Mathias and Earlson sat quietly for a moment, the flickering of the solitary ceiling light-bulb illuminating the darkened basement. Earlson looked at his friend and after deep thought, began to speak.
"What you are proposing is quite a challenge!" Earlson admitted. He had and always would follow Mathias' orders, but such and order as this required questioning and careful planning.
Mathias laughed lightly "Simply surviving in this city is the greatest challenge. Are we cowards Earlson? Sewer rats? No, were stronger than most in this game, so why not make a move?."
"But it could take weeks, months even, do we have the resources...do we have the time?"
"We'll make it happen Earlson, we also do. I know it seems..."
"Impossible?" Earlson interrupted.
"Come now, don't be such a pessimist. Look, we can't hide away forever, this has to be done Earlson, for the good of our people. We were attacked once, i wont allow it a second time." Mathias spoke with such razor sharp authority. Earlson had seen the storm that Mathias released, it still lingered aboved the estate, the loss of his followers had hurt him more than anyone could have imagined.
Earlson looked toward the table, spread across it was a vague map of the city. Some small sections were coloured in, occupied territory, most was left blank. Notes and files pinned to white boards, road maps and time-sheets strewn across the floor. Photo's adorned the wall beyond; a boy jumping between two rooftops, a girl and a boy surrounded by webs, a man in an elevator, most disturbingly the smiling face of Samuel, the traitor, was pinned in the center.
This wasn't a basement, it was a war room.
"Okay Mathias, where do we begin?"
"What you are proposing is quite a challenge!" Earlson admitted. He had and always would follow Mathias' orders, but such and order as this required questioning and careful planning.
Mathias laughed lightly "Simply surviving in this city is the greatest challenge. Are we cowards Earlson? Sewer rats? No, were stronger than most in this game, so why not make a move?."
"But it could take weeks, months even, do we have the resources...do we have the time?"
"We'll make it happen Earlson, we also do. I know it seems..."
"Impossible?" Earlson interrupted.
"Come now, don't be such a pessimist. Look, we can't hide away forever, this has to be done Earlson, for the good of our people. We were attacked once, i wont allow it a second time." Mathias spoke with such razor sharp authority. Earlson had seen the storm that Mathias released, it still lingered aboved the estate, the loss of his followers had hurt him more than anyone could have imagined.
Earlson looked toward the table, spread across it was a vague map of the city. Some small sections were coloured in, occupied territory, most was left blank. Notes and files pinned to white boards, road maps and time-sheets strewn across the floor. Photo's adorned the wall beyond; a boy jumping between two rooftops, a girl and a boy surrounded by webs, a man in an elevator, most disturbingly the smiling face of Samuel, the traitor, was pinned in the center.
This wasn't a basement, it was a war room.
"Okay Mathias, where do we begin?"
Skai said
Mathias when he returned home,
Just seen this! Haha Mathias was pissed!
"He stormed in" Earlson explained "Completely insane, nobody could stop him...we tried to get everyone out sir...but we had no warning." He look down in shame, but Mathias was quick to assure his old friend. "You weren't to know Earlson, how could you of? Hell, I didn't realize what he was capable of! He's gone now though, how many causalities?" The young guard Martin Golunski stepped forward, notepad in hand "Twelve fatalities sir, none that were attacked survived." Mathias sighed, the only way Samuel got in was because he was a resident, because Mathias gave him a home. It was his mistake and it has cost so many lives.
"Right!" Mathias projected from the bottom of the grand staircase, all eyes were on him, all those saddened, tormented eyes. "Today is a sad day, we have lost so many good people; friends, relatives, strangers who you never got the chance to talk to. Why has this happened? Because i trusted the wrong man, I would beg your forgiveness, but that wont bring them back, I will fall to my knees and curse the gods but they will not listen. We are alone in this hell, surrounded on all sides by crazed killers and vindictive deceivers. We must stay strong, I promise you we will have vengeance one day, not just on Samuel, but on this whole rotting carcass of a city. This I swear to you, when we rule over this city it will change, who's with me?"
Mathias' heart sank for a moment, nobody spoke, they just stood. That was it, he had lost the favor of his people, he turned to his wife and children and imagined then being thrown from their home because of his mistakes, he could clearly see the next few weeks; scavenging, hiding, running, they would not make it into the next turn of the calender. His imagination was distracted by the sudden clapping of hands, in unison the entire hall was filled with applause and cheers, they had forgiven their leader for his foolishness and they would share his vision, his body found a fantastic lightness as he was overcome with pride.
The next few hours were filled with security checks, Mathias was assured that the estate was perfectly safe. The gates were to be more closely monitored, as were the parameter and rooftops. Before the cataclysm the Winters estate was one of the most secure locations in the city, today its former glory had been restored, but not only by new security measures, but by the best warning money could buy; The clouds remained over the estate, continuing a flurry of snow now and again, the fields were permanently white, the river a trail of ice. Mathias suspected that most of the city could see the frozen landscape in the distance, he knew that it would only enhance the old wives tale that within this estate roamed yeti-like beasts and malevolent wraiths, all commanded by the mysterious Ice-King. One thing was for certain, they wouldn't be seeing many traveler's around these parts for a while.
"Right!" Mathias projected from the bottom of the grand staircase, all eyes were on him, all those saddened, tormented eyes. "Today is a sad day, we have lost so many good people; friends, relatives, strangers who you never got the chance to talk to. Why has this happened? Because i trusted the wrong man, I would beg your forgiveness, but that wont bring them back, I will fall to my knees and curse the gods but they will not listen. We are alone in this hell, surrounded on all sides by crazed killers and vindictive deceivers. We must stay strong, I promise you we will have vengeance one day, not just on Samuel, but on this whole rotting carcass of a city. This I swear to you, when we rule over this city it will change, who's with me?"
Mathias' heart sank for a moment, nobody spoke, they just stood. That was it, he had lost the favor of his people, he turned to his wife and children and imagined then being thrown from their home because of his mistakes, he could clearly see the next few weeks; scavenging, hiding, running, they would not make it into the next turn of the calender. His imagination was distracted by the sudden clapping of hands, in unison the entire hall was filled with applause and cheers, they had forgiven their leader for his foolishness and they would share his vision, his body found a fantastic lightness as he was overcome with pride.
The next few hours were filled with security checks, Mathias was assured that the estate was perfectly safe. The gates were to be more closely monitored, as were the parameter and rooftops. Before the cataclysm the Winters estate was one of the most secure locations in the city, today its former glory had been restored, but not only by new security measures, but by the best warning money could buy; The clouds remained over the estate, continuing a flurry of snow now and again, the fields were permanently white, the river a trail of ice. Mathias suspected that most of the city could see the frozen landscape in the distance, he knew that it would only enhance the old wives tale that within this estate roamed yeti-like beasts and malevolent wraiths, all commanded by the mysterious Ice-King. One thing was for certain, they wouldn't be seeing many traveler's around these parts for a while.
Right I am officially back, the story in my most recent post was planned to be covered over 5 posts so I'll be expanding on that in dream sequences or something similar :) Mathias went mental when he thought his family had died and he lost control of the powers he had just gained. He will have to train up to get back to where he was but now he knows his true potential :)
For the first time in a year, he ran. Mathias sped down what used the be the street of Sovereign, leaving a trail of pale, icy blue in his wake. He was stronger now than he had ever been, he rivaled any demon-bearer he had ever met and he felt good. Being able to walk, run, glide, even simply being able to stand up straight, un-hunched, made him feel truly unstoppable.
Several days ago
"What now...sir?" Crowley asked, his voice quivering, obviously unnerved by the scene he had witnessed. Mathias, a crippled and pathetic man, had took hold of the hulking prisoner, froze him and shattered his body like a pane of glass. "Now we fight Crowley, now we fight."
The behemoth was enough to fuel the transformation, his size and power allowed Boreas to complete the healing process and bring Mathias to his peak. Alas there would be a constant need to devour, "If you cease adding to our ice garden, your powers and form will surely fade" Boreas warned. But the ice garden only grew, day by day Mathias roamed the streets searching for the demon-bearers that had left the "Sheltered", he had followed Crowley's directions and scouted all possible area's; some sewer entrances, an abandoned hospital, a mall. All proved to inhabit tens of weak, crazed monsters, imprisoned by their Kages.
They hardly ever saw him coming, a routine that Mathias employed was to find a high vantage and glide down, shooting daggers of pure ice toward the biggest threats. Once on the ground he would tip the balance of the playing field, turning the floor below into a snowy battlefield, a blizzard soon followed, the creatures visions obscured. They were always easy prey, sometimes a brute would take a chance and strike, this meant little, Mathias has consumed so many Kages in the last week that he could afford to restore a limb here or there, but only through great devouring.
After much hunting Mathias returned the the "Sheltered" and took charge. Having saved them from constant skirmishes by now deceased, Mathias had proved to be a capable leader. The factories defenses were heightened and its residents made preparations for the coming weeks. It was decided by Mathias and the Governors (a group of newly elected representatives for each sector of the large facility) that the Sheltered would begin to secure safe passage, a route from the factory to the Winters Estate. This route would cover several miles and envelope a handful of city blocks in the process. In the Upper North side of Sovereign there were hardly any homes inhabited, before the cataclysm it was a district of mansions and boutiques overshadowing a row of factories just to the west, hardly anyone from this district had the ability to survive, they were either too wealthy and without the proper skills to sustain life without financial stability, or too poor to prepare defenses.
Present day
The Sheltered had paved the way, claiming several blocks for their own. Now Mathias was scouting ahead, nearing the Estate, ready to order the men there to start taking the streets. But as he neared the gate his heart sank, nobody was there to greet him, no guard, no patrols.
Quietly Mathias crept up the winding drive-way, surveying the grounds for any signs of intrusion. Reaching the wide open doors, Mathias burst through and beheld a greater hell than the streets beyond his home.
Corpses, a sea of corpses, strewn across his hall. Faces that he knew, that he had seen as family. HIS FAMILY! He lost control and stormed every inch of his home, every room, every hallway, every wardrobe. His family, his little girl, his boy, his wife, nowhere to be found. Re-entering the hallyway, the darkness began to seep into his mind, his vision blurred, obscured by fear and anger. "Mathias, calm down...please, try to calm down, MATHIAS, STAY WITH ME MATHIAS, CALM DOWN!" Boreas' words were not heeded. A scream, a deep, bone-chilling scream, escaped Mathias' mouth, it resonated in his great hall and could undoubtedly be heard from miles away.
The room was so cold, the walls turned a bluish hue and ice had formed on the marble floor below. His sadness seeped into his strength, the clouds above altered their journey, forming above the stately home and birthed a great blizzard, unlike anything he had produced before, filled the air. It flooded the mansion, and then the estate, it spread through the streets, clawing at the city to the south, enveloping the blocks that lingered to near to the North.
Mathias had lost control, but he was aware, he knew that if he could not wrestle his emotions he would surely turn the surroundings into a frozen plane. He tried so hard to fight it but the will was not with him. He shut his eyes an allowed the terror to take hold.
"Papa?"
Turning, Mathias saw his little girl, grasping her mothers hand, standing next to her brother. They were alive, his family was alive. A group of ten or more had entered the hallway, in awe of the once crippled man.
That was all he needed, he found control, the storm raged on but all was not lost, they were safe, for now.
Several days ago
"What now...sir?" Crowley asked, his voice quivering, obviously unnerved by the scene he had witnessed. Mathias, a crippled and pathetic man, had took hold of the hulking prisoner, froze him and shattered his body like a pane of glass. "Now we fight Crowley, now we fight."
The behemoth was enough to fuel the transformation, his size and power allowed Boreas to complete the healing process and bring Mathias to his peak. Alas there would be a constant need to devour, "If you cease adding to our ice garden, your powers and form will surely fade" Boreas warned. But the ice garden only grew, day by day Mathias roamed the streets searching for the demon-bearers that had left the "Sheltered", he had followed Crowley's directions and scouted all possible area's; some sewer entrances, an abandoned hospital, a mall. All proved to inhabit tens of weak, crazed monsters, imprisoned by their Kages.
They hardly ever saw him coming, a routine that Mathias employed was to find a high vantage and glide down, shooting daggers of pure ice toward the biggest threats. Once on the ground he would tip the balance of the playing field, turning the floor below into a snowy battlefield, a blizzard soon followed, the creatures visions obscured. They were always easy prey, sometimes a brute would take a chance and strike, this meant little, Mathias has consumed so many Kages in the last week that he could afford to restore a limb here or there, but only through great devouring.
After much hunting Mathias returned the the "Sheltered" and took charge. Having saved them from constant skirmishes by now deceased, Mathias had proved to be a capable leader. The factories defenses were heightened and its residents made preparations for the coming weeks. It was decided by Mathias and the Governors (a group of newly elected representatives for each sector of the large facility) that the Sheltered would begin to secure safe passage, a route from the factory to the Winters Estate. This route would cover several miles and envelope a handful of city blocks in the process. In the Upper North side of Sovereign there were hardly any homes inhabited, before the cataclysm it was a district of mansions and boutiques overshadowing a row of factories just to the west, hardly anyone from this district had the ability to survive, they were either too wealthy and without the proper skills to sustain life without financial stability, or too poor to prepare defenses.
Present day
The Sheltered had paved the way, claiming several blocks for their own. Now Mathias was scouting ahead, nearing the Estate, ready to order the men there to start taking the streets. But as he neared the gate his heart sank, nobody was there to greet him, no guard, no patrols.
Quietly Mathias crept up the winding drive-way, surveying the grounds for any signs of intrusion. Reaching the wide open doors, Mathias burst through and beheld a greater hell than the streets beyond his home.
Corpses, a sea of corpses, strewn across his hall. Faces that he knew, that he had seen as family. HIS FAMILY! He lost control and stormed every inch of his home, every room, every hallway, every wardrobe. His family, his little girl, his boy, his wife, nowhere to be found. Re-entering the hallyway, the darkness began to seep into his mind, his vision blurred, obscured by fear and anger. "Mathias, calm down...please, try to calm down, MATHIAS, STAY WITH ME MATHIAS, CALM DOWN!" Boreas' words were not heeded. A scream, a deep, bone-chilling scream, escaped Mathias' mouth, it resonated in his great hall and could undoubtedly be heard from miles away.
The room was so cold, the walls turned a bluish hue and ice had formed on the marble floor below. His sadness seeped into his strength, the clouds above altered their journey, forming above the stately home and birthed a great blizzard, unlike anything he had produced before, filled the air. It flooded the mansion, and then the estate, it spread through the streets, clawing at the city to the south, enveloping the blocks that lingered to near to the North.
Mathias had lost control, but he was aware, he knew that if he could not wrestle his emotions he would surely turn the surroundings into a frozen plane. He tried so hard to fight it but the will was not with him. He shut his eyes an allowed the terror to take hold.
"Papa?"
Turning, Mathias saw his little girl, grasping her mothers hand, standing next to her brother. They were alive, his family was alive. A group of ten or more had entered the hallway, in awe of the once crippled man.
That was all he needed, he found control, the storm raged on but all was not lost, they were safe, for now.
Hello and yet again sorry for my absence, I always think I'll finish my essays well before i actually do :/ Kyle's kept me up-to-date though :) I'm really sorry Anriu but I was going to use the manor lot a great deal in the next chapter of my story. Could we reach a compromise? I'm fine with you killing off a few, I'd just like my family and a good number of men to survive. I'm thinking maybe they escaped and you slaughtered everyone else? If we did go through with this just note that Mathias is a lot stronger now and will cause havoc on the streets! haha you have been warned RPers
Hey guys, sorry for being so absent recently, ive had a LOT of work to do, will submit quite a hefty post (not too big) in the next 48 hours :)
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