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| 26 Feb 2014 03:58 PM |
Plot:
Six thousand years before the Êtiren came into existence, the Western World was ruled entirely by the Dragons. But The Lord Abrac favored the Baelthai over them, for they had souls. The dragons hid from the Baelthai for nearly three thousand years. Until their Prince, Kalloth was taken captive. The Dragon King was highly angered by this, and attacked the Baelthai, retrieving his son. He killed one hundred Baelthains in the process. And so the First War of Men and Dragons had begun. Now we shall relive that war, or at least a fragment of it. It is the year 3087 of the First Era. Shall you be a dragon, a man, or... Something else entirely?
Rules:
Your standard RP rules, give or take a few. No godmodding, No John Does or Jane Does, And no stupidity! If you don't know the lore, look for other The Realm of Abrac threads. No killing PCs unless permitted. Killing NPCs is fine. Your characters can be powerful, if it makes sense. (ex: No peasant Gods.) Romance, between any two characters of any gender, is permitted, so long as it doesn't exceed kissing/making out. You can suggest more happened, but not RP it. If you read these, put "shadows fall to the black" in other.
Races:
Baelthai, the Men of the West, the first race of man. Usually peaceful and friendly, but now there's a war. They are not the most skilled fighters, nor the most skilled swordsmen. But they are good at learning. Highly intelligent and quick-learning, they can see a Goblin chop off a man's head, then imitate it perfectly. They are much smarter than their successors, and are less prone to dying. They are the ancestors of the elves, and the elves inherited their immortality from them. Usually tall. Very tall. Eight to ten feet. The women are between seven feet and nine feet. Inhabitants of Baelthaia. They refer to Abrac as Elessar.
Dwarves, short cousins of the Baelthai who constantly imbibe copious amounts of ale. They often smoke pipes filled with various herbs. Almost always angry when sober, and always hilarious when drunk. Excellent archers and great farmers. Masters of digging and mining. They are not very religious, and sometimes not very rational. Furious in battle and even more furious when their ale gets spilled. They are not immortal, unlike the Baelthai, but do live a lot longer than most mortals. Usually live to see 150. They are very hairy, having thick, dirty hair which is commonly red, brown or black. They love their beards almost as much as their ale. Moderately intelligent. They are all around four or five foot tall, but what they lack in height, they make up for in muscle.
Goblins, like the orcs of today, but with pointy ears and tusks. They are half daimon, half lorhak, and only recently arrived in Azei. Some headed for Baelthaia, others the beautiful land of Amgroth. Highly skilled swordsmen, and led by great warlocks and witches. They are mostly green, brown or grey, but black goblins have been seen. Skilled swordsmiths and blacksmiths. They have brought a strange black metal they call "Baldurhan Steel". It makes the strongest armor and sharpest blades. They are a strangely stupid race, and ignorant, despite their talents. They are shorter than Baelthai, being about five to seven feet tall, and skinnier.
Dragons, fire-breathing, flying beasts. They are winged, scaled creatures that only wish to live. They are fighting for their lives against the Baelthai, only wanting peace. They look at the Baelthai as monsters, ruining their lands and bringing death wherever they go. They were once peaceful creatures, and peace is in their nature. Led by a circle of Druids, and at the head of it, The Dragon King. They are very powerful, very intelligent creatures. As children, they are very small, smaller than even Baelthai. As they age, they grow larger and larger. They never stop growing. They have many different color scales, and hundreds of patterns. They are immortal, and older than Baelthai. The first of Azei's creatures.
There are many unplayable races which I may eventually make as playable.
Classes:
The Dragon King ( me ) King/Queen ( admins ) Wizard ( admins ) Witch/Warlock ( admins ) Champion ( admins ) Lord Gladiator Druid (Dragons only) Mage Warrior Archer Priest (magical) Thief Wanderer Yeoman Peasant Slave Prisoner
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Name: Surname: Age: From: Race: Class: Appearance: Attire: Weapon(s): Biography: Other:
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| 26 Feb 2014 04:55 PM |
Name: Anumar, the Dragon King Age: 3,120 From: Dragoth Race: Dragon Class: The Dragon King Appearance: Large, and golden scaled. About twenty feet high and seventy feet long. His wings, when unfurled, stretch out more than a hundred feet. His body bears many scars. He has a forty foot tail, and very sharp claws. Biography: N/A Other: Shadows fall to the black. |
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| 26 Feb 2014 05:37 PM |
| Hugeboo me and alanna are making a awesome roleplay that I think you'll like. |
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| 26 Feb 2014 05:41 PM |
| so I guess I'll just RP by myself then)) |
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| 26 Feb 2014 05:43 PM |
| (I'll join. Gimme a minute, though. I'm working on an RP.) |
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| 26 Feb 2014 05:49 PM |
Name: Alanna
Surname: Allison
Age: 17
From: Uh....the West?
Race: Baelthai
Class: Thief
Appearance:Alanna's hair is a caramel blond, one that looks like you would get it from an artificial source. However, Alanna was born with little streaks of blond in her then-brown hair, and over time, they're blended together. She still has a single group of platinum blond hair right in the middle of her bangs, but the rest is just a h o m o g e n o u s mixture of light blonde and brown. It goes down to exactly 3 inches below her shoulders, and it's in between curly and straight. Her hair is wavy, and it gets in her face easily. Alanna's hair is extremely thick, so she usually ties it back in a high ponytail. This moves her bangs away from her face and makes Alanna look much more mature than she actually is. Alanna's eyes are the color of a storm, and when she gets angry....well, let's not comment on that. There are a few little specks of blue in her eyes, but you can only see them if you look closely. As for the rest of her face, Alanna's face is heart shaped. NO, it is not a giant heart on top of her neck. The biological definition of a 'heart-shaped face' is simply a head that is slightly larger at the top than the bottom, sometimes including a widow's peak. Alanna does not have the second part, but her face is not narrow either. Alanna's nose is almost a button. It's tiny, and it is sort of pointy, I suppose. Her lips are full, NOT for the reasons you might assume. She simply likes to pout. Alanna's skin color is pale, and she classifies herself as a 'White' person. She's extremely thin, but not unhealthy. Alanna despises working out....at least in the normal way. She prefers running and jumping and climbing trees....and what? Oh, right. Hence, Alanna's much more agile than she is muscular. Alanna is a fast runner, and her body shape reflects this.
Attire:Alanna usually wears dark colors that allow her to blend in with her surroundings. She doesn't enjoy standing out, but prefers to control things from behind the scenes. This means that her outfit is either a long sleeved shirt and pants, or whatever is currently 'in'. Alanna always wears this silver chain necklace with an zircon set in matching silver hanging from it.
Weapon(s): A set of knives, a bow and arrows, and Alanna is trying to find some kind of sword, but she doesn't currently have one.
Biography: Alanna has always been alone. She has absolutely no memories of anyone ever taking care of her, as she has always lived in the forests. Because of this, Alanna learned how to live from the earth and take care of herself. At age 13, she realized that there was no way that she would be able to get everything from nature. That was when Alanna began stealing. Now, she travels the land, staying out of the authority's reach and stealing enough to survive.
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timpookie
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| 26 Feb 2014 05:57 PM |
(Yay, new Abrac. And apparently this one has stricter rules than TCM.)
The Bannanachairs have won the war! |
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| 26 Feb 2014 06:01 PM |
Name: Aldor Surname: Varhan Age: 28 From: Beràn Dor, Baelthaia Race: Baelthai Class: Champion Appearance: Long brown hair and a thick beard, along with tanned skin and grey eyes. He is seven feet tall, muscular athletic build. A rough, scarred face, making him look older than he is. Attire: Standard gladiator wear while in battle, an iron helm, leather scabbard strapped on his back, bracers, loin cloth and sandals. Weapon(s): Iron claymore, forged by the famous swordsmith Varin Elanir. Biography: TBW Other: Gladiator champion. |
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| 26 Feb 2014 06:18 PM |
Alanna, accepted, although I think the name Allison is somewhat... unfitting. Change it to an elven-sounding surname. Like Olonar, Elivil, or something.
Also, to be more specific about 'the West', it is a continent called Aderia, containing two Kingdoms. Dragoth and Baelthaia. Baelthains are from Baelthaia, and there are three provinces of Baelthaia.
Dunmír: Home of the Dwarves, and a land with resources aplenty. Lots of mines and farmland there. The Graywall Mountains, where the first Baelthai were from, along with the dwarves, is there. Many poor families have been immigrating there.
Belynir: Where Beràn Dor is located, the capital. It is filled with many twisting rivers. Currently overpopulated, men have been becoming hunters and fishers struggling to survive, as the capital is running out of food and only serving the wealthy.
Hoth: An untamed wilderness filled with treants, gryphons, and other wonderous things. Few people dare venture out here. Rumor has it trolls stalk their prey in the night, and have been eating the few human residents of this land.
Basically..
IDK)) |
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| 26 Feb 2014 06:20 PM |
| (Okay, but I have trouble with last names. It's hard enough for me to remember changing the last name....but very well. It shall be Alanna Meuvy.) |
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| 26 Feb 2014 06:21 PM |
| ( And the new location is Belynir.) |
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| 26 Feb 2014 06:25 PM |
| Ehh.. hold on, I'll come up with a better surname. Brb.)) |
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| 26 Feb 2014 06:47 PM |
| Eledhwen. Alanna Eledhwen.)) |
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| 26 Feb 2014 07:00 PM |
Sorry I was afk. You may begin. Invite some ppl.)
Aldor Varhan
"Finish him!" Yells the King, Belèthar the Wicked, from his throne. I drive my blade through the chest of my opponent and the crowd cheers. I grin. I pull out the blade and kick the body to the ground, licking the blood off my blade. "Who's next?" I yell, laughing. The King chuckles and shouts, "Release the Goblin!" |
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| 26 Feb 2014 07:09 PM |
Alanna
I stand outside the shop, leaning against a wall. Pressing my ear to the weak wall, I overhear some people speaking. Perfect. Without them paying attention, it makes it much easier for me to slip in unnoticed. I join the crowd on the street, neither knowing or caring what they're waiting for. I go into the shop, blending in with the dozen or so shoppers already there. I take a small loaf of bread, and a few necessary vegetables. I smile and wave at the owner, acting like I've bought these items. I make it out of the shop without any mishaps, and rush back into an alleyway. |
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| 26 Feb 2014 07:10 PM |
| papu. Also, tim, make a CS...)) |
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| 26 Feb 2014 07:15 PM |
"And apparently this one has stricter rules than TCM."
I forgot to put the rules on TCM. But they were there. It was all just an illusion. But y'know, you can always ignore the rules and just hope you're not doing anything against 'em. Or are you talking about that uh... 'love scene' between Merey and Dannothel or w/e his name was?)) |
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| 26 Feb 2014 07:24 PM |
papuuuuu))
Aldon
The goblin charges at me and I swing my claymore at him. He blocks with one blade and attacks with the other. I am stabbed in the gut. I groan in pain. |
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