Vas Khaleen

When revolvers ruled the West - A casual/low-advanced Western RP based on various Spaghetti Westerns etc.

I'll be taking a leave till monday guys, just skip over me in posting till then.

When revolvers ruled the West - A casual/low-advanced Western RP based on various Spaghetti Westerns etc.

Ameture brawlers, they make a wonderous mess of things....-300

Champions, Regiments and Wizards

Back from work. Had time to do a little reading up on a couple of sheets whilst I was there.

@Dead Cruiser You're Vampire dude is awesome. Like, very well written. I can tell a lot of thought went into him when it came to balancing the books. His back story was also a lovely little novella all by itself.

Lemme know when you've got the rest done.

@CorpusMundum Your Crusaders were likewise a joy to read about, and I particularly liked your focus on divinity and its possible origins, and how such things can be communicated into magic rather than miraculous intervention.

Accepted!

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Riiiiiiight, now I'm going to have a little sit down and see if I can't hack through some more of these.

Oh and just a shout out to those who posted "Place Holder" sheets, please let me know when you're ready to have them reviewed because I might not notice that you've updated them. Thanks!

@Footman

I finished mine as well.

When revolvers ruled the West - A casual/low-advanced Western RP based on various Spaghetti Westerns etc.

Lily looked about the bar, her action bringing far more reaction than she anticipated; narrowing her eyes she pushed the hammer of her revolver back forwards disengaging it from firing position. Slowly sliding it back into the leather holster on her right hip looking down as she did for a slight moment, her eyes coming up along with a closed fist aimed straight for the shouting Indians right jaw. A surprising amount of power packed behind a woman of her size, throwing the blow from her shoulder with a slight twist of her forearm to add impact force; the amount of power in combination with the whiskey she drank giving her a slight stumble as she swung. A small brass case flying from her vest pocket and tumbling across the floor loudly, a chain attached to the end dragging as it did so; figuring a brawl was less likely to end with her being shot dead by any of the interrupters. Not that she was necessarily worried about it killing a white woman for attacking an Indian? Not a smart play in any part of the country.

@bluetommy2

The Lord of the Rings

Ill be posting today.

Champions, Regiments and Wizards

DONE

Champion

Name: Assarah Nahara

Race: Human

Known Racial Abilities:
Willpower:Humans despite being short lived and less magically adept than elves have incredible willpower in the field of battle capable of rallying and holding against odds that would break other races.

Age:29

Appearance:

Renowned Skills: Expert swordswoman, Assarah was trained by fighting for the amusement of the masses; leading her to become highly skilled in the use of most weapons but over all her trusty saber.

Marksman, Assarah has extensive training with firearms able to accurately pick off targets with a musket for 100 yards or more; with a reload time of only fifteen seconds making for a rate of four rounds a minute

Inspirational, Assarah wasn't handed command by being rich or born of noble blood like many leaders giving her a better understanding and compassion for those under her command

Magic:Assarah learned very limited magic in the arena as bashing, hacking, and slashing was far more common, be that as it was she still learned basic destruction magics learning to cast small fireballs and bolts of lighting. Using the mana which flowed through all things, having been taught by an elvish man whom also fought in the pits to harness and reach into the pool of internal energy.

Weapons:
-Rifled musket with bayonet
-Crude six shot revolver
-Saber

Armour:
-Steel breast plate
-Steel mail

Steed:
-Black war stallion

Bio:
Asahara was born into a farming family, her earliest days were spent plowing fields and tending to livestock. Her father was called away to fight in the army of the Lord whom owned the land they lived on, and never returned from the conflict; the Lord awarded her family ten silver pieces for compensation though her mother turned bitter and began a deep spiral into alcoholism. Without her father around the farm quickly fell to disrepair and the Lord evicted them from the land as they weren't producing anything, forced to move into the slums of the city her mother sold her body. As she got older her body began to command less price, and one day she sold Asahara to a slaver, whom turned and sold her again to a man who trained fighters for the arena. She saw her first match at fifteen, obviously the victor she continued to fight until all those at the arena knew her name, making her master so much gold he freed her upon his death. At twenty one and an extremely deadly combatant Asahara became a sellsword, fighting with the Golden Company swiftly taking command after a disagreement with the former leaders; she took the Company much further than they ever did. Securing firearms, cutting edge weaponry that most humans never got a hold of after carrying out contracts for a Dwarven lord; even taking the Lord's son as her captain.

Regiment

Regiment Name: The Golden Company

Banner: Two crossed muskets behind a stack of gold ingots

Nationality/Race:Humans/assorted nationalities

Racial Specifics: (+=Pro, -Con)
+Willpower
+Comradery
+Leadership

-Shortlived
-Illness
-Slower wound recovery

Size of Host: 500

Speciality: Musketeers/Light infantry

Typical Arms:
-Muskets (Accurate up to 120 yards)
-Swords
-Maces
-Improvised melee weapons

Typical Armour:
-Hide or steel mail

Typical Steeds:
-Pack mules

Magics Used:
-Healing
-Supportive magics
-Enchantment

The Golden Company has a small contingent of human mages, numbering only thirty men total; spread all across the lines in small groups to evenly support the infantry army. The enchanters both capable of placing permanent enchantments on items like Assarah's armor and weapons, or temporary enchantment's to allow the soldiers shots to carry elemental or otherwise magical damage effects. The healers obviously tend to the wounded, using not only magic but apothecary tools and combat medic training; the support mages are for defense against opposing mages be it mental or physical attacks on soldiers. Along with casting their own illusions to frighten opponents.

History: The Golden Company was formed long before Ashara was born, constantly selling their abilities in war to this lord or that one. A truly deplorable band with no true loyalty save to the highest bidder, never breaking a contract once signed however; though rarely tying themselves down for longer than a year or so. If the battle became too great or the side they fought with began to lose they would obviously flee, as no sellsword became rich dying for nobles.

Captain

Name:Aktun Andurin

Race:Dwarf

Known Racial Abilities:
Hardy-Dwarves are known for their stoutness and ability to resist damage that would easily fall larger races

Dark vision-Born underground and living deep inside of mountains has given Aktun excellent vision in low light situations

Age:123

Appearance:


Famed Skills:
-Tactician
-Geologist
-Alchemy
-Axe skill

Magic:
-None

Weapons:
-Battleaxe
-Throwing axes
-Musket

Armour:
-Steel plate

Steed: Great Boar

Bio: Ashara met Aktun when she fought for his father, the male accompanied the Sellswords on their first campaign leading them through the confusing mountain terrain. Ashara formed a close bond with the Dwarf in both travel and combat as they warred with another Dwarvish lord over an iron mine, coming out successful Aktun asked her permission to join the Company. When she accepted Aktun's Lord father gifted the company with a great many treasures including muskets made for human use, granted by the thousands in case of the loss or wear of the others; along with the secrets of how to make blackpowder and rifle the barrels for increased accuracy.

Champions, Regiments and Wizards

So first things first, I'll answer the questions and queries you guys have left me, and then I'll start reading through peoples' ideas.I'm crazy short on time today though (I just had to work a 12 hour shift, and then woke up with 2 hours before the start of my next! oups!). Given the influx of players, it might need to wait until Saturday morning before everyone's applications get some feedback. However, I will try to do some when I get home tonight, and some tomorrow morning as well. This RP has my full and undivided attention, and I will strive to get everything done and dusted before the weekend if it's possible.

Anyways, without further ado!

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@vietmyke If nothings changed, you can go ahead and move it over! :)

@Disciple Cain That's fair enough. Sad to lose you, but I fully understand the reasons why.

@Pathfinder Yupyup. Welcome aboard.

@Dead Cruiser I'd modify your regimental sheet into several shorthand versions. You wont need the history section for each contingent, just the numbers, weapons, abilities etc etc. If you get stuck, I'll throw up an example, but time's a little short for me atm.

I'll get to your champion when I get a minute.

@Klomster A single Champion on a great dragon in place of a regiment should be fine, I can't see it breaking things. I'll have to decide upon publication though.I'd imagine this dragon would be fairly powerful, capable of igniting the ground beneath it. A truly terrifying adversary! But i'll need to see him/her in more detail just in case I need to tone it down a bit.

@CorpusMundum Yah, I'll get to your guys ASAP.

@Vas Khaleen Muskets would be fine. I was myself thinking of a group of Dwarf gunners who used imbued-ammunition, like Frost or Lightning. I would like to put restrictions on how high tech can go, but I think it'll be easier for me to simply decide on a case by case basis rather than stifle creative potential with vague and wide ranging rules.

If you're going to venture into guns or crude mechanics, just ensure it's fit for a fantasy setting where the sword and magic are the mainstay of the world's armies.

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A good question, and one I was hoping you guys wouldn't touch on! Hehe.

So, Camp Followers, let's call 'em. Usually armies would carry around a bunch of people with them; soldiers' wives, tradesmen, goods peddlers, brothels, assistants and attendants.

Given the nature of the mission, and that the invading forces are trying to keep as slim as possible (to better avoid detection on their initial landing), the Camp Followers would only exist as an absolute necessity. For example, a few smiths to pull out the dents in your troops' armour, or a small group of surgeons/healers who will deal with the most grievously wounded.

So I think it would be best to simply treat them as ghosts. They're there, in the back somewhere, but don't show up until your Champion/Captain decides his men need to refit and rearm.

Of course, this wouldn't effect regiments that were self sufficient i.e able to carry out repairs and healing by themselves.

@Footman

Awesome ill get to work right away.

Legacy: The Fourth Reich [WWIII/Superhuman RP]

This is still open correct?

Champions, Regiments and Wizards

Whats the technological level like weapon wise?

Would muskets be out of place?

Into The Dark: Tales of Maroleth

Maygen walked beneath a thick canopy of trees, the twisting branches overhead casting dark shadows in combination with the leaves; her armor shifting with each step and making slight clanking noises in spite of the rags she had stuffed beneath the hard metal to reduce contact. She had left the visor of the reddish black helm lifted upwards, locked in place by a simple notch in the steel allowing her to have a full field of vision as having the visor shut considerably lowered a persons sight; the tri-headed dragon rising from her crest roaring with all their maws open. A powerful longsword slung over her shoulder by a leather strap loop, the sword massive at just over five and a half feet long with a three inch wide blade, its hilt bound in fine black leather; baring both a crossbar and ring guards its pommel coming to a dull point for added blunt damage in close quarters. The swords sheath was simple in design, made from oak wood and bound in crimson leather the sigil of House Yarwyck stamped in the center of the case; a roaring giant breaking free from chains on its hands and feet.

As she trudged through the forest the knight took in all the sights around her, not at all fatigued by her endless march having done it countless times in far worse conditions before headed to much less desirable happenings; her armored boots left light footprints in the ground and audibly thudded against rocks. As Maygen continued through the forest she spied the Glade from some distance off, figuring it had to be the location the representative of the Queen had told her about, the presence of the strange group of assorted warriors and mages only confirming her suspicion as she neared being sure to make quite a bit of noise as to not startle anyone. As she walked into the glade the knight raised her right hand in greeting, stopping several feet from the group initially; raising her voice to speak. She was a rather well known knight in Andred and wondered if any of the group might recognize her, having led the Kings Vanguard into battle on several occasions, not spotting any of the Royal Armies typical opponents amongst the group.

"Seven blessings, my name is Dame.Maygen Yarwyck. I was contacted by a representative of the Queen I assume you all are part of that as well?"

She kept her primary goal however to herself, which was of course to map out the southlands for King Connrad; having already been told to keep the mission to herself lest it get back to the other King and Queendoms.