soardlo
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| 22 Jun 2014 10:22 AM |
"It was in Europe when it all started, the dead began to rise... They moved across the lands, slaughtering, feasting, and killing anything that they came across, towns fell quickly. The only safe place's were the castles of the Lords...but those soon fell as well, starved of resources, bites, disease...
The Knights of the land did their best to protect their land, wielding sword or axe, armored from head to toe. But still the dead managed to get them, by either landing a bite in an unprotected location, or by shearly overwhelming them.
Slowly towns fell, kingdoms were laid to ruin, and castles became nothing but homes for the undead. Now, as the land is on the brink of destruction, one last castle remains, the undead droves have yet to reach it. The knights flock their in hopes of defending the last safe haven within Europe.
Now...brave knight...can you withstand the droves of undead, can you protect the last safe haven in Europe....can you do this for me brave knight...?"
Within Europe, during the dark ages, a disease has spread across the land. The disease kills most of those who attract it, but they do not remain dead. Slowly after death they rise again, cursed with an insatiable hunger for human flesh. They flock towards the living, devouring those who they encounter. Though they are dead, they are still left with the slight vestiges of intelligence, knowing how to open unlocked doors, as well as knowing of strength in numbers. They flock together in hordes, vast hordes that number within the thousands. Attacking castles and towns as they move across the country side.
No one knows what caused the disease, though rumors fly left and right through the ears of peasants and gossipers, all commonly found within taverns, but at this point their is no separation between noble and peasantry, only living or dead...
-Rules-
1. The usual, no godmodding, metagaming, OOC knowledge, etc. 2. I am not responsible for any bans you receive for breaking ROBLOX rules. 3. PG-13. 4. Don't be OP. 5. My word is law.
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You awake fuzzily, reeling from a strange dream, having a hard time remembering your name....what was it again? [Name]
Ah that's right...and you're [age]
You stand slowly, shaking the drowsiness away as your eyes fall upon the mirror, admiring your appearance that consists of...[Appearance]
You smile slightly before turning towards a mannequin to put on your armor, you were quite proud of your armor that looked like...[Armor]
After donning your armor you turn towards the corner, where resides your weapon of choice, a.....[Weapon]
Now fully prepared for the day you exit your room, heading down the hall and out into the courtyard as the castle's inhabitants are busy tolling around to begin their day, you turn as a guard calls to you, "Good morning sir/ma'am"[Gender]
Lɪᴠɪɴ· ʟɪғᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀsᴛ ʟᴀɴᴇ Mᴏᴠɪɴ· ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴇᴇᴅ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴄᴀɴ·ᴛ sʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴡɴ |
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| 22 Jun 2014 10:25 AM |
| (This is like the real life Black Death event.) |
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| 22 Jun 2014 10:27 AM |
You awake fuzzily, reeling from a strange dream, having a hard time remembering your name....what was it again? "My name....Bob Montgomery,yes!"
Ah that's right...and you're "I'm 24,yes,yes!"
You stand slowly, shaking the drowsiness away as your eyes fall upon the mirror, admiring your appearance that consists of..."Wow,6'4. And I really am muscular. And that beard...wow!"
You smile slightly before turning towards a mannequin to put on your armor, you were quite proud of your armor that looked like..."Wow,black and gold with eagle wings on the helm."
After donning your armor you turn towards the corner, where resides your weapon of choice, a....."A sword fit for a king,that's how I like it."
Now fully prepared for the day you exit your room, heading down the hall and out into the courtyard as the castle's inhabitants are busy tolling around to begin their day, you turn as a guard calls to you, "Good morning sir/ma'am" {Male} |
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soardlo
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| 22 Jun 2014 10:30 AM |
Accepted.
Lɪᴠɪɴ· ʟɪғᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀsᴛ ʟᴀɴᴇ Mᴏᴠɪɴ· ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴇᴇᴅ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴄᴀɴ·ᴛ sʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴡɴ |
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birm123
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| 22 Jun 2014 10:33 AM |
You awake fuzzily, reeling from a strange dream, having a hard time remembering your name....what was it again? "George. My name is George Federson."
Ah that's right...and you're "31,ah."
You stand slowly, shaking the drowsiness away as your eyes fall upon the mirror, admiring your appearance that consists of... "5'4,with a sort of stache,brown hair,eyes,and eyebrows.
You smile slightly before turning towards a mannequin to put on your armor, you were quite proud of your armor that looked like... "Armor,made of iron with a red jackal on it."
After donning your armor you turn towards the corner, where resides your weapon of choice, a..... "A sword and shield,perfect."
Now fully prepared for the day you exit your room, heading down the hall and out into the courtyard as the castle's inhabitants are busy tolling around to begin their day, you turn as a guard calls to you, "Good morning sir/ma'am"[Male] |
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soardlo
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| 22 Jun 2014 10:36 AM |
Accepted
Lɪᴠɪɴ· ʟɪғᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀsᴛ ʟᴀɴᴇ Mᴏᴠɪɴ· ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴇᴇᴅ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴄᴀɴ·ᴛ sʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴡɴ |
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| 22 Jun 2014 10:36 AM |
"It's...eh..umm...Rex Wayfrost."
"It's...tw-twenty two."
"Hmm, my height is actually 6'2, I'm average....a white skin tone and I have this..four *medium* scars on my neck."
"It's like a heavy armour used in every combat."
"I have my sword and this..stab dagger."
"I'm a male, so obvious.." |
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soardlo
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| 22 Jun 2014 10:38 AM |
Denied...
Use the CS format...and add more detail
Lɪᴠɪɴ· ʟɪғᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀsᴛ ʟᴀɴᴇ Mᴏᴠɪɴ· ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴇᴇᴅ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴄᴀɴ·ᴛ sʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴡɴ |
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| 22 Jun 2014 10:39 AM |
You awake fuzzily, reeling from a strange dream, having a hard time remembering your name....what was it again?
"Ah... Th-Thismon Quill. Right."
Ah, that's right...and you're... 32. Yes.
You stand slowly, shaking the drowsiness away as your eyes fall upon the mirror, admiring your appearance. http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20131209035628/elderscrolls/images/e/e6/Celann.png
You smile slightly before turning towards a mannequin to put on your armor, you were quite proud of your armor. http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20131209035628/elderscrolls/images/e/e6/Celann.png
After donning your armor you turn towards the corner, where resides your weapon of choice, a crossbow.
Now fully prepared for the day you exit your room, heading down the hall and out into the courtyard as the castle's inhabitants are busy tolling around to begin their day, you turn as a guard calls to you, "Good morning sir!" |
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| 22 Jun 2014 10:43 AM |
(Oh wait, I actually forgot the full CS. Oh wait, I guess I'll try my CS again.)
You awake fuzzily, reeling from a strange dream, having a hard time remembering your name....what was it again? "It's...eh..umm..Rex Wayfrost."
Ah that's right...and you're "twenty two."
You stand slowly, shaking the drowsiness away as your eyes fall upon the mirror, admiring your appearance that consists of..."Hmm, my height is actually 6'2, I'm average....a white skin tone and I have this..four *medium* scars on my neck."
You smile slightly before turning towards a mannequin to put on your armor, you were quite proud of your armor that looked like..."A metal heavy armour."
After donning your armor you turn towards the corner, where resides your weapon of choice, a....."Sword, my shield, and my stab dagger."
Now fully prepared for the day you exit your room, heading down the hall and out into the courtyard as the castle's inhabitants are busy tolling around to begin their day, you turn as a guard calls to you, "Good morning sir/ma'am" [Male]
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soardlo
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| 22 Jun 2014 10:45 AM |
SIack accepted
Evil still denied, describe the armor and define stab dagger .-.
Lɪᴠɪɴ· ʟɪғᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀsᴛ ʟᴀɴᴇ Mᴏᴠɪɴ· ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴇᴇᴅ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴄᴀɴ·ᴛ sʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴡɴ |
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| 22 Jun 2014 10:46 AM |
You awake fuzzily, reeling from a strange dream, having a hard time remembering your name....what was it again? "Jeremiah Grace, at your service,"
Ah that's right...and you're age? "I'm thirty-seven years of age,"
You stand slowly, shaking the drowsiness away as your eyes fall upon the mirror, admiring your appearance that consists of... A slim-unmuscular build, with a eyepatch across my left eye, with an orange vest. A assertion of different gold rings.
You smile slightly before turning towards a mannequin to put on your armor, you were quite proud of your armour that looked like... a iron chestplate with iron gauntlets around my wrists, It has no arms to the 'armour' I have Iron shin-guards with no proper leggings. I have a Norman-like helmet.
After donning your armour you turn towards the corner, where resides your weapon of choice, a..... Half-pike and an Iron short sword with a sheath.
Now fully prepared for the day you exit your room, heading down the hall and out into the courtyard as the castle's inhabitants are busy tolling around to begin their day, you turn as a guard calls to you, "Good morning sir/ma'am "Sir"
The Roxy Foxy Reporter! |
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soardlo
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| 22 Jun 2014 10:47 AM |
Tails accepted
It's 11:44 EST
Starting at 12
Lɪᴠɪɴ· ʟɪғᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀsᴛ ʟᴀɴᴇ Mᴏᴠɪɴ· ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴇᴇᴅ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴄᴀɴ·ᴛ sʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴡɴ |
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| 22 Jun 2014 10:49 AM |
You awake fuzzily, reeling from a strange dream, having a hard time remembering your name....what was it again?
Guy of Caen
Ah that's right...and you're
28
You stand slowly, shaking the drowsiness away as your eyes fall upon the mirror, admiring your appearance that consists of...
A filthy looking man. He is around 5 feet 7 inches tall, stout but with a sturdy build. He has a ratty face with a long beard and wild black hair.
You smile slightly before turning towards a mannequin to put on your armor, you were quite proud of your armor that looked like...
A riveted mail hauberk worn under a white tabard. The front of the tabard displays a faded version of Guy's coat of arms--a red knight on horseback raising a sword in the air.
On his head, Guy wears a steel bascinet with a noseguard. A covering of chainmail hangs around the helmet, settling on his neck and shoulders for further protection.
For his hand and feet, he wore a simple pair of hobnailed leather boots and padded leather gloves.
After donning your armor you turn towards the corner, where resides your weapon of choice, a...
Finely crafted long-axe, four feet long, with a steel head 20 cm wide.
Now fully prepared for the day you exit your room, heading down the hall and out into the courtyard as the castle's inhabitants are busy tolling around to begin their day, you turn as a guard calls to you, "Good morning sir." |
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soardlo
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| 22 Jun 2014 10:50 AM |
Nice CS Pod
accepted
Lɪᴠɪɴ· ʟɪғᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀsᴛ ʟᴀɴᴇ Mᴏᴠɪɴ· ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴇᴇᴅ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴄᴀɴ·ᴛ sʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴡɴ |
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| 22 Jun 2014 10:51 AM |
You awake fuzzily, reeling from a strange dream, having a hard time remembering your name....what was it again?
Sylvia d'Engagne
Ah that's right...
You stand slowly, shaking the drowsiness away as your eyes fall upon the mirror, admiring your appearance that consists of...
http://th05.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/f/2012/095/9/d/red_haired_samurai_by_sakimichan-d4v1z1t.jpg
You smile slightly before turning towards a mannequin to put on your armor, you were quite proud of your armor that looked like...
http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=38695881 Underneath her loose and flowing cloak.
After donning your armor you turn towards the corner, where resides your weapon of choice, a.....
(( In Picture/Sword ))
Now fully prepared for the day you exit your room, heading down the hall and out into the courtyard as the castle's inhabitants are busy tolling around to begin their day, you turn as a guard calls to you, "Good morning ma'am" |
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soardlo
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| 22 Jun 2014 10:52 AM |
Accepted
Lɪᴠɪɴ· ʟɪғᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀsᴛ ʟᴀɴᴇ Mᴏᴠɪɴ· ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴇᴇᴅ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴄᴀɴ·ᴛ sʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴡɴ |
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| 22 Jun 2014 10:57 AM |
(Oh, why you didn't tell me that earlier?) (I need to get shortcut, I mean ill edit the wrong ones you said.)
He is using Heavy Armour because He is a heavy knight.
The Stab Dagger contains a bit poison and it's his second weapon if his sword is gone. |
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soardlo
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| 22 Jun 2014 10:59 AM |
I meant describe what the armor looks like a bit
Lɪᴠɪɴ· ʟɪғᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀsᴛ ʟᴀɴᴇ Mᴏᴠɪɴ· ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴇᴇᴅ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴄᴀɴ·ᴛ sʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴡɴ |
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| 22 Jun 2014 10:59 AM |
| {omg one minute till it's 12 xd} |
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| 22 Jun 2014 11:02 AM |
ITS LIKE THIS!!!
http://gizmodo.com/5822970/was-heavy-armor-a-hindrance-to-medieval-european-battlers |
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soardlo
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| 22 Jun 2014 11:03 AM |
You awake fuzzily, reeling from a strange dream, having a hard time remembering your name....what was it again? "Angelus Decowl"
Ah that's right...and you're 27
You stand slowly, shaking the drowsiness away as your eyes fall upon the mirror, admiring your appearance that consists of...A tall, medium built man with a short length beard, mostly shaved to about a centimeter.
You smile slightly before turning towards a mannequin to put on your armor, you were quite proud of your armor that looked like...A light chainmail cuirass covered by a layer of leather, no helm, wearing a leather set of grieves.
After donning your armor you turn towards the corner, where resides your weapon of choice, a.....A medium length shortsword and a small hand-held crossbow.
Now fully prepared for the day you exit your room, heading down the hall and out into the courtyard as the castle's inhabitants are busy tolling around to begin their day, you turn as a guard calls to you, "Good morning sir!"
Lɪᴠɪɴ· ʟɪғᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀsᴛ ʟᴀɴᴇ Mᴏᴠɪɴ· ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴇᴇᴅ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴄᴀɴ·ᴛ sʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴡɴ |
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| 22 Jun 2014 11:03 AM |
| omg it's 12;03 i cun start naow yey |
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soardlo
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| 22 Jun 2014 11:04 AM |
Accepted I guess evil
Lɪᴠɪɴ· ʟɪғᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀsᴛ ʟᴀɴᴇ Mᴏᴠɪɴ· ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴇᴇᴅ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴄᴀɴ·ᴛ sʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴡɴ |
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soardlo
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| 22 Jun 2014 11:06 AM |
(Start)
The sun rises over the castle, guarded by her heavy walls. Peasants and royalty alike mill throughout the courtyard, getting their supplies for the day, the walls loom in the distance.
Lɪᴠɪɴ· ʟɪғᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴀsᴛ ʟᴀɴᴇ Mᴏᴠɪɴ· ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴇᴇᴅ ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ ᴀɴᴅ I ᴄᴀɴ·ᴛ sʟᴏᴡ ᴅᴏᴡɴ |
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