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| 23 Nov 2011 04:12 PM |
Author's Note: This roleplay is sort of a mix between the Elder Scrolls and Dungeons and Dragons. I will control NPCs, if you wish to talk to them to buy and sell and such. However, I will also control my own character. Please enjoy. ======================================================== wake up on a boat, next to several other people, dressed in rags. Many of them look hungry and weak. They're all men, judging by their appearance, and most haven't shaved for what seems like months. The room is crowded with people and crates and barrels, there's barely enough room to breathe. On a crate in the corner of the room, you find a dull spoon. You attempt to look at your reflection, but you see nothing but a silhouette. Suddenly, you hear footsteps coming from your right. You see a man dressed in iron chainmail walking towards you. He grabs your arm and spits out, "C'mon prisoner. Your time's over. Get up to the surface, now!" Scared, you walk outside of the room. You see stairs leading up to a square door. When it opens, you see the sky. Your eyes take a while to adjust to this bright light. After several seconds of adjusting, you can see clearly again. You smell the salty air from the ocean, and see several other men patrolling the ship, all dressed in the same clothing as the man that released you. Another guard asks you to follow him to the dock. Once there, you look around and see many wooden buildings. There are a couple stone towers, but that's all. When you get to the man standing at the dock, he asks you, "Aha! Another one being released. The king's crazy these days. So, where are you from?" You're too scared to respond, and the man notices it. "Yeah, your normal. Most of 'em are scared when they get here. Move along.", he says as he points towards a wooden door. When you enter, you see an old many in robes. "Ah! Welcome! We'll mark your status here. Please, fill out this paper.", he says as he gives you a paper. The paper says...
Name*: Race*: A.ge*: Class*: Appearance*: Personality*: Biography*: Other:
"What are these star-like writings for?", you ask. The man replies, "Those mark the information that is REQUIRED. Anything that doesn't have it is OPTIONAL." "What do you mean by Race and Class?", you ask. He replies again, "Your class determines what your expertise is. Many of the travelers we've seen are a ROGUE, RANGER, WARRIOR, MONK, KNIGHT, PALADIN, or WIZARD. Your race determines where you are from. We usually get people who are a DARK-ELF, HIGH-ELF, WOOD-ELF, HUMAN, ORC, or DWARF." "Thank you", you respond. "When your done filling that out, I'll be waiting to accept it. Your information will be searched in our records. If we can't find your information, we'll decline, and you'll have to refill your application.", the man says. While you look over the paper, a guard walks up to you. He says, "There are several rules that must be followed internationally. Number one, respect your friends or anyone in your group. Number two, do not fight trolls. They're deadly, so it's best to ignore them. Number three, use common sense. People don't like to explain every rule, so use your moral judgement. Oh, and there are several high ranked guards. These guards make sure you follow the rules, and even have the ability that monk has. They can accept or decline your information. Look at the banners, which can be found in every town, to find out if there are new higher ranked guards. We also call them Administrators." |
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FIRECAKE
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| 23 Nov 2011 04:15 PM |
Aw... I thought this was a sailing RP. |
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| 23 Nov 2011 04:16 PM |
| The monk grabs a quill pen and dips it into a bottle of ink. "Just gotta' add this...and walah!", he exclaims as he writes something onto the paper. He adds the line "*Ge.nder:". "Ah, please fill that out, too. Some new changes in the empire." |
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| 23 Nov 2011 04:17 PM |
| ((@FIRECAKE; Sorry to disappoint you. :()) |
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| 23 Nov 2011 04:18 PM |
Name*: Leon Arlumen Race*: Wood Elf A.ge*: 22 Class*: Scout Appearance*: About 6' 2" with lightly tanned skin and a medium build. Very large red eyes and a slim, curved nose. Obviously pointed ears, and shaggy light brown hair. He wears some light leather armor with some steel plated shoulderpads and kneepads. He also has black leather pants. Leon is barefoot. He also has leather bracers and gloves. Personality*: Happy, outgoing, brave, but hotheaded. Biography*: (I'm feeling lazy) Leon grew up in a poor-family shack. He would barely make it through every day with enough food. Other: Meh.
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| 23 Nov 2011 04:18 PM |
(Gender is M)
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| 23 Nov 2011 04:22 PM |
| The monk takes your paper and looks at it. "Ah, not much description about your life. No matter. It shouldn't be too hard to find your information." He walks to a chest behind his desk and shuffles through some papers. "Aha!", he exclaims as he pulls out a piece of paper. He walks around his 'L' shaped desk and gives you a paper. "Here. Take this to the guard. He can be found at the end of the hallway, the first door to your right.", the monk says as he points toward an open hallway. Two candle stands guard the passage into the hallway. The bottom half of the walls are made of dark, wood planks, and the upper half is covered with a hazel wallpaper, darkened due to the lack of light. There are no windows to be found. |
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| 23 Nov 2011 04:25 PM |
| I trot down the hallway, entering the room. |
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| 23 Nov 2011 04:27 PM |
| As you walk by the candles, you feel the warmth provided by them. Something you haven't felt in months. You arrive at the room. There is an empty table to the right, and a door directly in front of you. Another candle stand stands tall just to your right, its heat warming you. To the left is nothing but a fireplace, which is odd, considering there are many candles. A guard stands to the right of the bashed, wooden door. |
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| 23 Nov 2011 04:32 PM |
| "Hello..." I say, handing him the paper. "The monk guy asked me to give this to you." |
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redtim
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| 23 Nov 2011 04:35 PM |
I grab a feather pen and write out my papers.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Name*: Josh Grammle Race*: High Elf A.ge*: 21
Class*: Mage Appearance*: Light golden skin, green eyes, and brown hair that sticks up, well fed, good complexion, and small muscles. Personality*: Very nice and caring, intelegent.
Biography*: I was not a working boy, I was a farmers son but couldn't pick up a cabbage. My family forbids magic, so i was forced to practice in secret. I was caught one night when I summoned a scamp and it got out, killing one of my father's sheep. I was later sold to the secret thieves guild, but was caught stealing from a tomb. Other: My main focus is Restoration and destruction magic, But I can also conjure things.
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I hand my papers over to the monk and say "I'm finished." |
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| 23 Nov 2011 04:38 PM |
| "Ah. You must mean Travius. I'm Delethor. I'm one of the guards here.", the man says, taking the paper. He carefully looks it over, and nods. "Alright, you're good to go. A few things to remember when you get out there. One, stay on the road. It's hard enough to kill off those monsters, let alone you fighting them by yourself. Two, make friends. Ya' never know when you're gonna need an ally. Three, stay out of trouble. I can bail you out once in a while here in SeaMille, but other towns won't be so forgiving. If ya' don't get caught, fine. If you do, well...you know what I mean." He opens the door for you, revealing a beam of sunlight. The cool, Summer breeze blows against your face, along with the smell of sea salt. |
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| 23 Nov 2011 04:52 PM |
"Hm...your name is Josh, you say? And you're a High Elf, too! An unusual name for one of those. Alright, you can go, now. However, the guard won't be there, so feel free to walk through the door, any time you want.", the man says after he's found your file. He then walks outside and puts up a banner saying: "All prisoners who come here will not be seen for awhile. Let fate decide where you will be."
((Basically, if the group is already far ahead, I will make up a story to decide on where you can easily meet with the group. As of now, please just type in your character sheet, and say "Done" when you are ready to be placed.))
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Kyts
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| 23 Nov 2011 05:00 PM |
Name*: Kyts Race*: Human A.ge*: 23 Class*: Monk Appearance*: short dark brown hair and baggy grey pants and fur armor Personality*: foreign and quiet (accent) Biography*: a monk belonging to a religion far, far away, to a place you havn't even heard of, speaks with an accent (similar to middle eastern) and is trained completly in hand to hand combat, but also is pretty good with bows and arrows Other: |
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redtim
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| 23 Nov 2011 05:03 PM |
| "Thank you, sir." I say, and walk out the door. I go outside (If not outside already) and run around, getting used to my environment. |
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| 23 Nov 2011 05:10 PM |
Kyts signs the paper "Thank you" Kyts mumbles He walks casually outside and takes a look around |
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| 23 Nov 2011 06:08 PM |
| Now, everyone is just outside the starting building, which was a guard tower. You smell the salty air, feel the warmth of the sun, and the cool breeze. It's seems to be a perfect day today, just a few clouds. Every building in the town of SeaMille is made of stone on the outside, except the slums. The buildings in the slums are made of wood. In the middle of the slums is a small pool of swamp water. People walk in and out of many buildings |
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NilPirate
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| 23 Nov 2011 06:19 PM |
Name*: Colvis Race*: Human A.ge*: 32 Class*: Paladin Appearance*: A happy, daring countenance, with brown medium-length hair and a medium, if a bit skinny figure. He is of average strength. Personality*: Content and dedicated, Colvis is generous and amiable among strangers, though he is detached and unapproachable on a friendly scale to anyone but his god and his god's servants. Biography*: Born to a blacksmith's family, Colvis had a happy childhood. When he approached adulthood, he joined in knighthood until his god summoned him to action, giving him the name of Paladin to its cause. Other: Distrustful of magic in any other form than clerical. Ge.nder:M |
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| 23 Nov 2011 09:29 PM |
| ((@Nil; Alright, you start with the rest of the group. Right in front of the Guard Tower.)) |
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| 23 Nov 2011 09:34 PM |
Name*: Ivellios Race*: Wood Elf A.ge*: 26 Class*: Wizard Appearance*: Ivellios has long blonde hair, that goes about three inches below his shoulder. He has bright blue eyes, and pointed ears. His skin is very pale. Ivellios often wears some sort of robe, along with a staff and a satchel. Personality*: Ivellios is stubborn. He often ignores what people tell him to do, even if they are telling him the right thing. Biography*: Ivellios was born of two Wood Elf parents. He had no siblings. At the age of 8, his father taught him about the powers of a Wizard. At the age of 22, he graduated from the Woodtear College of Wizardry. Since then, he's been studying Wizardry, learning new spells and tactics alike. At the age of 23, he was taken a prisoner, and now adventures with a small group. Other: N/A |
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redtim
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| 23 Nov 2011 09:52 PM |
| I meet the group outside the guard tower after running around the town. "Hello everyone! My name is Josh Grammle. And I am a mage." |
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| 23 Nov 2011 10:05 PM |
| Ivellios asks, "Where should we go on a fine day such as this? Raid a cave, help some beggars? I personally think we should attack a Rabid Man-Eating Crab." He looks around himself and studies his surroundings. He sees people holding bags of goods, playing with their children, and fishing. |
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| 23 Nov 2011 10:06 PM |
| ((@Red; Where did you get Mage from? Do you mean Wizard?)) |
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redtim
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| 23 Nov 2011 10:12 PM |
(A mage is basically a wizard, only more religious, and somewhat more focused on different spell types. Btw, I was thinking of this font for the posting =3)
Josh Grammle
I think of what the man says, and I reply, "Why not all of the above? We get some gold from a cave that is hosting many of man-eating crabs. How about the cave on the other side of this lake. Just a small swim for some, a small walk for others." |
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