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STATUS: I feel old.... 6 yrs ago
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In The World of Telduria [Always open for applications] → 7 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
I'll wait a little bit just in case @ShwiggityShwah Or @Claw2k11 wants to get a few words in.
In The World of Telduria [Always open for applications] → 7 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
I'll get the first part out now before I've got to go and drop off the wife at work then I'll get back to it.
In The World of Telduria [Always open for applications] → 7 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Everton


"Blasted daemons...." a gruff voice said as he looked at the aftermath of the fight in the inn. He slowly made his way over to the different corpses and inspected them for damages. A greater daemon indeed. The damage to the hunters was substantial but he could also tell that they had dealt some damage back to the daemon. The slightly different blood told him all he needed to know. The daemon had been hurt, more than just the spell the innkeeper had used. This was good. But it was also terrifying to him. The daemon had been able to subdue all of these hunters, got injured, and kept going and ran away.

No matter though, the purgation squad was already here. Good fortune was that they had been just a few minutes out of town. "Gentlemen, and My Lady," he said and bowed slightly towards the heavily armoured group that walked into the inn. "The mark is on the daemon," he said as the innkeeper walked over and handed them a stone that shone bright on one side.

"Go and get that bastard, most of these hunters were my close friends." The lead woman nodded and accepted the stone before signaling for the squad to move out. Now, there was nowhere for the daemon to hide. He would be found, sooner or later.

Bradles Worth


The old man sobbed and sighed. He knew that either he was going to die and perhaps have a chance to see his daughter again. They could flee once she was back. Hide from the Underhanded. Somewhere far, far away from here. Or he was going to do what he was told and help them in their dealings. Neither was very promising for his or his family's health. "They want me to act as a safehouse. To provide a safe haven, an outpost for their activities. I refused. Once you let one in, they'll take it all soon enough. But I don't see any other options at this point... And I know of your reputation, even though I can't see, Underhanded. I guess you're not as unified as it seems."

His voice was tired, but had a little bit of fire in it. "Please....keep my family safe, save my stolen daughter if possible. I'll give in to your demands, whatever they might be, as long as they are safeguarded. I'd stake my life on it under oath spell." The old man slumped down and placed his head in his hands. "Tell your brethren that I agree to their terms.."
In The World of Telduria [Always open for applications] → 7 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Sorry people, been a busy week and busy day. But I'll get go everything today or early tomorrow at the latest.
In The World of Telduria [Always open for applications] → 7 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Sorry that I've not gotten back to people. Have had a busy weekend.

@Klomster
The Purge was about 17 years ago, the civil war started about 20 years ago with the Barrows splitting a few years into the war and the Ashen confederacy following suit.

The crucible happened about 400 years ago.

Magic is quite simple. Think D&D, add realism and a few twists and whatever you think fits. It's pretty much open for anything as long as it makes sense.
Drains your strength when you cast spells. The more mana you have the less strength is sapped as your pool of mana is drained instead. Technically anyone can learn magic, but fighting people tend to focus more on enhancements and strengthening their bodies instead of flinging stuff around.

Most things go, but you gotta motivate it in the story and sheet. However, a human will be a human and limited to the human limits. The more powerful races tends to be less trusted and in some cases hunted.

As for where you want to be; anywhere goes.
If you want more player interaction you might want to start out in Kron-Nesis, can even interweave your story so that you're the royal archmage that Delta's characters bribed. xD
Otherwise if you're seeking knowledge, Ithell is the place.

In The World of Telduria [Always open for applications] → 7 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
No, it's one big guild but of course there are many different companies affiliated. And some are just solo/small groups for hire.
In The World of Telduria [Always open for applications] → 7 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Apply away
In The World of Telduria [Always open for applications] → 7 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Oh, go totally batshit crazy if you want to. xD
You do you. :p
As long as no one gets injured or the guards think you're a threat. xD
Then they might throw you out, haha.
In The World of Telduria [Always open for applications] → 7 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Aye.
It's mostly Delta's character, I just step in for plot stuff, and if Delta gets overwhelmed further down the line. xD
In The World of Telduria [Always open for applications] → 7 yrs ago Forum: Advanced Roleplay
Everton


The man was stunned. Shaken and shocked. He had seen death before, so had they all, but now he was the only one standing. This encounter had not proceeded like he had expected. He had expected to brag a little bit for this traveller before sending him on his way. Who knew that it was a daemon? It didn't leak like most of their kind did. And from the looks of things this one was quite the powerful one. He started considering his options before he was grabbed by the man and shook like a ragdoll.

He wanted to retort that how could he show the man where the map was if he could not make sounds. But he refrained from doing such and gritted his teeth. "It's over there, on that wall," he said and pointed towards a corner in the inn. As Zakhul turned to look the man quickly placed his hands over the daemon's and channeled magic into his hands. Magic that would cause excruciating pain in daemons. He then fled out the backdoor after being released, shouting.

"A DAEMONS IS LOOSE IN TOWN!"

Bradles Worth


Jono was quiet for a few moments before he spoke up, voice quivering of fear, rage and pain. "I do not know who they are, but I have my suspicions. They just left a note. Probably one of your friends!" He tried to push up against the hold, but it was less than futile and instead hurt him more. Jono started sobbing again and shivered for a few minutes before he spoke up again.

"The note read; I've taken your daughter as insurance that our orders are followed. We asked you so kindly last time, but you sadly refused our request. Since I was passing by here anyway, I took your daughter in exchange for your allegiance. Orders will follow in the coming days. Do as asked, and you'll get your daughter back. If not, I'll send back body part after body part until you agree." Jono sobbed and his voice broke multiple times when he read out the letter that his servant had read out to him before. "It was signed by a Gia...."

A quick look around and Mercie could quickly spot the letter and immediately recognize the handwriting as Gianna's, leaving no doubts in her mind who had written it.

Southern Jewel


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"It's signed by Lord Volt and has both his and your father's seal on it," Azymn said and turned towards Maryvale and nodded. "While I know of your reputation, dear Pox, I still request that you list your credentials and accomplishments and provides some form of proof as per protocol before being enlisted by the Royal Family."
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