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 Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 12:39 pm
Two years ago, the countries of Peré and Osculad started a brutal war between them that seemed on the verge of spreading into a world war. As a matter of fact, that would have happened except for one thing: Osculad hired mercenaries to kill the king of Peré, and this time they were successful. Or at least, that's what it seemed like. As if they had succeeded before they even started. This was known, because the king and his private army had vanished without a trace, in the area around the temple of time. The mercenaries also vanished, causing the king of Osculad to send in a scouting force to find out what had happened.
They never returned.
Reports of small villages vanishing worried people of bandits in the area, but no one was really worried. And then the reapers attacked Kranal, the capital of Osculad, and consumed everything.
The neighboring countries all used an enormous effort to seal off the countries of Peré and Osculad, sealing the reapers- and the surviving humans- inside.
Soon, a man discovered an artifact, one that granted him enormous power. This man, with his incredible mind, took over the country, defeated the reapers, and shattered the seal that separated them. The surrounding countries were completely unprepared for this man and his army- both reaper and man, and almost all fell instantly. Three kingdoms, formerly bitter rivals, were all that survived on the continent, and were forced into an uneasy alliance against the new emerging power called Vampijegar. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- For The Rules Of The RP, The Author This RP will start off in the theocracy of Wassan, which is allied to the empire of Feuar, and the kingdom of Erde. Each player is limited to two RP characters at one time unless given permission by either me or someone who has the power to kick my butt. Players RPC's will be listed in the Second post, in order of guild position, then posts. Please do not powerplay in this RP, which is defined as performing an action without giving the other person a chance to react. (Eg. He lunged at the guard, dug his dagger into his chest as he avoided the weak strike, and ripped out the still beating heart.) If you wish to put one characters speech or actions- and you aren't required to- in a certain color or format, do it for every post.I will make a map on the first post (It's not made yet,..) and I will update it often, so please check every once in a while. As for those of you who actually read down to here after reading everything above, kudos. I will be occasionally posting up offers for momentary roles that anyone can use up here (Added later) and if you see a role you want, just pm me. If no one accepts a crucial role, I will either bring in a new character, or start asking people. The Story so Far: AAAIn Vasheron, the capitol city of Wassan, the prophet Aaronian III sent out a call for a dangerous mission that he described as heading to the hyper-advanced country of Vale in the continents' North-West corner in hopes of receiving an item, or technique to use against reapers. Sending the group out, they passed through the border to Kasitan without incident.
AAAHowever, upon reaching the mountain range, three mysterious agents created a literal firestorm, and stand ready to do battle. When the party fails to enter into the firestorm, one of the men summons a bunch of golems which lumber forward, ignoring the fire, to attack the party. Just at that moment, Garus activates an artifact called the Rowrglass, and the rain doesn't fall as much in a small area around the party. With the lack of fire in the area, the party heads out to battle the golems, even though they were hopelessly overmatched.
AAAAfter a few minutes of battling, the agents sensed that something powerful was coming, and began preparing a powerful summons. The party, still fighting the golems, is surprised when one of them blows up. In seconds, a young prismatic dragon shows up, obliterating all of the golems with one blast of its mighty breath weapon. The dragon tells the party that more than the fate of Schesvolkan is in question, and it whispers a secret message into Wrath's ear. It then tells the party to stay in the cave, and turns to face the firestorm.
AAAIn the fire, something is happening. A large horde of creatures had been summoned, but all had been quickly destroyed in the fire. In a few seconds, it became obvious that the creatures were reapers when an explosion sounded out, and the AMD appeared. This time, the AMD takes dragon form, and it faces the prismatic dragon, in a devestating battle. When the prismatic dragon runs, the AMD follows after it, leaving the party in a small moment of quiet, surrounded by broken earth, fire, and the odd smell of defeat...Now, on to the other boring stuff!]
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 12:41 pm
The Map for the Continent of Schesvolkan!
(Nothing yet... crying )
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 12:42 pm
The NPC's:Wassan  Name: Aaronian III Race: Human Age: 68 Height: 5'2" Weight: 165 Hair: Light Silver Eyes: Soft Yellow Face: Calm, Serene Skin: Pale Attitude: Almost always calm, uses god as a reason for anything. Weapons: N/A Armor: N/A Skills: Great public speaker, head of the Tagesheiliges religion. Weaknesses: Not much of a fighter, relies on his guards. Class: Prophet History: The perfect child, always listened to his parents and did what he was supposed to. Became a missionary, served a leadership position in his church, and was eventually ordained by the former prophet as the head of the church and Wassan. AlignmentLawful-Good Position of Command:Apostle of the Holy Prophet of Tagesheiliges, and temporal ruler of Wassan.  Name: Ytju Race: Human Age: 28 Height: 6'8'' Weight: 236 Hair: Brown, shaved. Eyes: Blue, suspicious and sad. Face: Has the look of seeing too many friends die. Skin: A slight tan, but not much.. Attitude: Believes that the end of the world is upon everyone, and that everyone is going to die. Prevents himself from making any new friends. Weapons: Pike, longbow. Armor: Mythril armor all over his body. Skills: A fair strategist, but not exceptional. Very skilled with his pike and bow. Weaknesses: Magical combat, and trusting people. Class: Sergeant. History: Nothing special, joined the army at 18, and then rose in ranks until the war, where he suddenly drew away from what few family and friends he had left. AlignmentLawful-Good Position of Command:Sergeant. Feuar  Name: Agoran Race: Human Age: 59 Height: 6'3" Weight: 210 Hair: Dark Grey, practically black. Eyes: Fiery and sharp. Face: Hard, yet with a care for his people in his eye. Skin: Nicely tanned. Attitude: Puts off a hard front, and has been acting pretty angry of late. Weapons: A ceremonial blade on his back. Armor: A mythril vest he wears at all times under his clothing. Skills: Seems like a really strong, quick fighter, but isn't. Great persuasive and intimidating skills. Weaknesses: Combat. Class: Emperor. History: The only son of the royal family to survive the customary war between heirs. AlignmentLawful-Neutral Position of Command:Emperor. Erde  Name: Isaiah Race: Human Age: 43 Height: 5'6'' Weight: 175 Hair: Long, black, and thrown back. Eyes: Brown, avoids direct contact. Face: Simple, and confident. Skin: An extremely dark tan. Attitude: A pretty calm, rational man who puts his kingdom's needs before his. Weapons: N/A Armor: N/A Skills: A great orator, who wins the peoples trust with his simple, kind heart. Weaknesses: Combat. Class: King. History: The only son of the previous king, he was taught that a king must live with the people, not above them. AlignmentLawful-Good. Position of Command:King.  Name: Helena Race: Human Age: 40 Height: 5'3'' Weight: 148 Hair: Brown, let loose. Eyes: Soft and brown Face: Calm and serene Skin: A dark tan. Attitude: Tries very hard to be nice, but finds it difficult, and erupts often. Weapons: N/A Armor: N/A Skills: Great public speaker, knows how to run a kingdom. Weaknesses: Combat. Class: Queen. History: Raised by a noble family when Isaiah saw her, and they soon got married. Rules the kingdom with her husband. AlignmentLawful-Good Position of Command:Queen. Dasmittel  Garus:
Full Name: Garus Belmont
Race: Vampire
Age: 27
Height: 6'9"
Weight: 128
Face: Hard, and distrustful. An eerie vampiric aura is enunciated by the bloodstains on his face.
Hair: A stiff white hair dyed black and brushed out of his face.
Skin: A black tone that suggests he is no normal vampire but was created by his Belmont blood mixing with the vampire blood.
Eyes: An orange that seems to be caught in between the struggle for red and yellow. They appear cold and uncaring, though that is likely just the vampirism.
Items: His whips go unused now in favor of his summoned throwing crosses, and his knife, which he's gotten significantly better with. He keeps blood packs on him, as they help him live much better than normal potions, but he does have two or three of those for other people.
Abilities: Adding to his arsenal of light and holy magic, he recently dabbled in dark and chaos magic, recognizing it's power against foes.
Armor: The same flexible half-plate, except this time it seems like blood is pulsing through the cracks.
Dexterity: Left-handed, knife is in the right.
Skills: Uses his weapons and magic in close combat to a devastating combination. His mastery of the various types of magic allow him to adapt to most situations.
Weaknesses: As a vampire, he is weak to fire, crosses, and those kinds of things. Not great at fighting a multiple enemies, he can slaughter single opponents.
Strength: 11
Speed: 9
Intelligence: 10
Class: Vampire Hunter
History: When the vampire Leon bit him, it started Garus on a downward plunge. He started drinking, stopped contacting the church, and fell into despair. One day, he just changed. No one told found out what changed him, but he started studying his life from his new point of view. Learning new magic and fighting styles, he grew to become more powerful, and went on a search for something. He refuses to tell anyone, labeling it a 'personal question.'Galythia  Name: Edward Race: Vampire Age: 922 Height: 5'7" Weight: 126 Hair: copper Eyes: blue Face: almost always smiling Skin: light Attitude: very gentleman-like Weapons: fangs; sword Armor: none Skills: telepathy Weaknesses: light Class: messenger History: He lost his memory and couldn't remember who his family was. All he remembered was that there was someone out there who knew him and caused his memory loss. He left immediately after waking up from his long unconscious time to search for that person. Darkestmoonbird (No picture.) Name: Lin Race: Angel Age: 175 height: 5'6" weight: ? Hair: Short, brown Eyes: Purple Face: friendly, tanned Skin: slightly tanned Attitude: She s laziness. She's very friendly to the people she likes, and wary of those she doesn't know very well. Armor: none Weapon(s): Fists & feet Skills: She's a master martial artist, and she has other abilities that she doesn't use. Weaknesses: She's still developing her style, and she doesn't have much experience with non-fighters. Class: Martial Artist History: She taught herself to fight, and developed her own style. Other than that she would like to present herself as ordinary, but she left the angels' realm because she isn't quite your average angel. 1Deejay  Name: Gerish Class: Dark Mage Eyes: unseen. Dark Grey almost black age: unknown hair: shaven face: can only see his mouth, scarred, hard. skin: unseen, same as face attitude: quiet, reserved, gets the job done, blunt. armor: a thin coat of mithrel on his chest. weapons: His staff, magic Strengths: Is skilled with his staff as a melee weapon and has powerful magical attacks. Weaknesses: Runs out of energy quickly but doesn't show it until he's almost out of magic power. History: He has spent most of his life training intensely and is a extrememly powerful dark mage.. He has been in many battles both victorious and defeated. Noftin  Name: Ahdarjii (ah-dar-JEE) Race: Khajiit Age: 21 Height: 5'6" Weight: 100 Hair: Red Eyes: Golden-yellow Face: Beautiful by Khajiit, and even human, standards. Is often calm and serene, even playful, but can be easily filled with fury. Skin Fur: Light yellows and oranges, with black spots Attitude: Is suspicious of everyone she meets. Prefers flight to fight, and will do anything to try and survive. Pretends to be distant and aloof with other people. Weapons: Hands and claws Armor: Light leather. Skills: Accomplished acrobat and tumbler, allowing her to get almost anywhere quickly and fluidly. She also knows her way around locks, and is a fair sneak. Weaknesses: Will abandon others to save herself. Is more of a defensive fighter, and will often speak using cryptic phrases from her own language. She is also very vain, and doesn't want to ruin her appearance. Class: Acrobat History: Ahdarjii was sold into slavery when she was just a young , along with her brothers, sister, and mother. They all got seperated, and Ahdarjii was forced to become a servant in a royal household, doing whatever the master or wanted her to do. When she was fourteen, she found a way to escape from them, using her natural abilities at acrobatics to get her away from them. She then devoted her entire life to trying to find the remnats of her family, following the path of her people: Speed over strength, agility over brawn, and survival through avoidance of danger. Xena the Sorceress  Name: Emioko Hatimoto(M, for short)
Race: Human
Gender: Female
Age: 45
Height: 5'11''
Weight: 154 lb.
Hair: White-gray
Eyes: Gray
Skin: White, not much tan
Face: A little gaunt, thin eyebrows and weary eyes. Doesn't smile often.
Appearance: After I made her up, I used the oh-so useful avatar creator, this is a basic idea of what she looks like just in case the description doesn't do it for you. (Link deleted)
Attitude: Sarcastic, bored, not really caring what happens.
Class: Ninja warrior
Weapon: Short Katana and round shield, sometimes instead of the Katana uses a spear
Armor: None. Unless your including clothes, then just some leather clothing, not much for protection though
Skills: After years of practice, she can some walls that go straight up. Hearing is amazingly sharp, is quiek
Weaknesses: Fast, but not very strong, she'll last about an hour of constant pressure, but will give in eventually. And has no use of magic, or resistance too it. Also, is afraid of rhino's and hippos.
Brief history: Grew up for fourteen years in her home village, hidden inside a small forest learning matial arts and other forms of combat and survial skills (There were no schools in the village, and the women were expected to provide just as much as the men) when one day a huge storm came in, lasted for two weeks. Most of the town (and the people in it) were washed away by then. Including her father. soon the rain stopped, but the strom raged on. Now out of water, it began to roar with thunder. Then a bolt of lighting struck the forest, burned everything down. After the it finished, the skys cleared, the sun shone, and she ran off. She wandered, hunting to survive. Eventually, three years later, she came across a small town, here makeshift wooden spear broke, so she needed some food. She snuck into the butcher's shop, and got away with some meat. She couldn't belive how easy it was! So, she visited the bakery, the inn and the armory and got away with a new spear, made of fine metal. And plenty of bread and money from the inn for emergencies. With new resolve for life, she began on the trail again. Stopping by to pick up supplies, and she enjoyed it. It quickly became her new hobby. By the age of twenty-one, she was one of the greatest thieves in the land. And so it went, and she continued this routine for over twenty-four years, stealing from kings and sneaking under the noses of Barons and Emporers alike, until........(Whatever happens in the Role Play)
Allignment: Good:Chaos
Role Play current being used it: If you want a job done right. broken_spirit_chaos  Name: Lance Race: Vampire Age: 16 Hair:Black and messy Eyes: dark blue and filled with pain Face: dark, filled with pain, mysteries Skin: light Height: 5'8 weight: 100 lbs Attitude: secretive and lonely Weapon: Greif armor: none History: Born a vampire of two vampire parents. He lost both parents at a young age and was raised by his uncle serist in a vampire community home in western europe. Not much is known about lance, but there is something very special and hidden inside his past and inside of him. Lance's sword Greif  Drayal  Name: Wrath Race: ??? Age: ??? Height: 6' Weight: 200 Hair: Flaming red Eye: Dark Red Face: Ponderous, occasionally angry, but usually very calm. Attitude: Quick to anger, but quick to cool. He's most of the time calm though. Skin: Tan Armor: Breastplate, shinguards. Weapon: Dark Sword called Apollo. Skills: Fighting, figuring things out. Weaknesses: He doesn't like to be frustrated. Quick to anger. Not good with people. He doesn't like things to take long. History: ??? Please PM me with your character profiles.
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Posted: Mon May 26, 2008 12:43 pm
Announcements!5/27 The RP will officially start today, Tuesday the 27th! 6/14 The purpose of the RP is now clear, and we will be starting the quest! AAAA"The Story so Far" added! 2/23 We are now on the point where people can have personal additions. If you think you have something that would work, then PM me.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 1:51 pm
Garus walked into a strange city, not eager to enter it, but it was the best city around that didn't have reapers. Besides, he had been... summoned. Evidently the king had no problem invading peoples minds, or his wizard was just being creative.
Garus looks around. The soldiers had let him pass after a thorough examination that revealed him as an allie. Evidently, many people didn't pass the test. There was a mass of bodies lying around the city, the putrid decaying flesh irresistable to the reapers. A great defense, and it was far too risky to venture outside the city walls to bury them.
Garus sighs as a small 12-year old boy runs in front of him, knowing that he's an orphan. He looks forward, and heads into the castle gardens- after passing another thorough examination- remembering that he had been told to meet the others in there. He sees a bench, and sits down, wondering how many of the people already in there were joining him to meet the king.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 6:21 pm
Edward entered the garden. He spotted a bush of roses and immediately walked over to it, smelling the sweet aroma as he went. He knew that he was not alone, since it was the castle after all. He sensed that there was another being there for the same purpose as he, though. He looked at Garus, then turned back to the rose.
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Posted: Tue May 27, 2008 9:32 pm
Gerish was leaning against a tree observing everything that happened. He noticed the birds and bugs most particularly the butterfly. He began to think of himself as a caterpillar not yet in his cocoon to begin the metamorphesis into something more beautiful, or in his case more powerful. His black staff leaned agianst the tree precariously balancing on a knot where a slight bump would send it to the earth. Such the accurate description of human life. Gerish thought, thinking of his future.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 11:09 am
Garus stands up, inpatient to see the king's messanger. He looks around, and notes that there seem to be less than a dozen capable warriors. Surely, more would come soon, so he sat down again, noting another vampire doing what seemed to be smelling roses.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 6:55 pm
Edward picked a blood-red petal off a rose he had picked off, and nibbled on it thoughtfully. He also glanced over at Gerish, just realizing that he was there. All the people here were so different from what he was used to.
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Posted: Fri May 30, 2008 9:51 pm
Gerish became so deep into his thoughts that he had forgotten completely about the butterfly. He then felt a vibe which could only be felt by him. "Soon I guess." He said unknowingly out loud.
(please, I know it's a bit selfish that only he feels it but it's a personal thing and will be explained later.)
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 6:49 pm
((you're forgiven))
Edward, having a vampire's hearing, heard Gerish clearly. He shot a quick glance at Gerish and walked over to him slowly.
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Posted: Sat May 31, 2008 8:47 pm
Gerish noticed the vampire's coming but ignored it thinking on the events soon to come.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 4:46 am
"Fine day today, isn't it?" Edward asked, nearing Gerish only enough so that Gerish could hear.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 9:35 am
Gerish once again ignored Edward focusing on the butterfly again.
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Posted: Sun Jun 01, 2008 4:49 pm
Unfazed, Edward glanced at the butterfly that he noticed Gerish staring at. He saw nothing special about it, but he knew Gerish's mind was partly elsewhere. He continued nibbling on another sweet petal.
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