Pyyre
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| 27 May 2012 06:32 PM |
Our world is one of desert. From as far North as anyone has ever travelled and as far South as feasible. Just sands, with our cities and our villages spread out over the endless desert. But, the Human race has made do. We have remained strong, braving the deserts. Although, what lies beneath the endless sands are things few men or women have ever seen- and those who have are dead or gone now. What lies beneath the sands, beneath our homes is the greatest mystery of all.
~ MAGIC ~ Magic comes in the form of rituals. Rituals are found in the form of pages inscribed with runes from a language known only to the greatest of sages. One can buy or find these rituals and perform them- given one has the necessary reagents and instructions!
~ WHO YOU ARE ~ For whatever reason, you're travelling with a caravan from the city of Arikon to the city of Beritaur (Though there are many smaller towns and villages along the way you may be destined for). Perhaps you're a trader, or seeking to visit family?
~ GENERAL WORLD INFORMATION ~ Humans are the only present race. Though, many fantasy-based monsters lurk the world. The planet does have days and nights, obviously- but this is a desert. The days are blazing hot and the nights are deathly cold.
~ ~ RULES ~ ~ Be kind to one another. Respect one another. Take nothing in the RP personally. Take arguments to PMs. Strive to follow a "medieval" kind of setting- though some exceptions to this may apply.
~ ~ FORM ~ ~ Name: [First and last] Gender: Age: [Any age below, say, 60 is acceptable. Some exceptions may exist.] Clothing: [Think desert-wear. Covering from the sun, but loose and letting drifts through.] Appearance: [Physical appearance. Height, weight, skin... Probably very tanned.] Background: [Their history. Where were they born? Who were their parents? What do they do nowadays?] |
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| 27 May 2012 06:58 PM |
Name: Alyseen Selour Gender: Female Aje: 22 Clothing: Long and loose red robes on, with a large sun-hat above. Is wearing a loose undershirt and pants beneath the robes. Appearance: Mostly straight red hair, reaching past her shoulders. Tanned skin, but a bit lighter than the norm. Stands about 5'8 in height. Eyes are a deep, warm green. Rather thin, but still with a semi-athletic, worker kind of build. Background: Daughter of a blacksmith and his wife from a small village, along with her twin sister. She picked up after their father, studying and working the forge and steel. Currently on a trip to the city to pick up supplies with her sister. |
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| 27 May 2012 07:08 PM |
Name: Artemisia (Missa) Selour Gender: Female Aje: 22
Clothing: A thin, white, poofy sort of light long-sleeved shirt. For pants she wears simple brown pants that come down to about her ankle area, with a few pockets. A simple faded green half-cloak.
Appearance: Bright red hair, always kept up in a loose, curly bun. About 5'8. A thin, fragile looking frame. Eyes are a deep sort of green, always friendly and warm. Background: Raised with her twin, Alyseen, she often followed her mother around to help with household chores, learning to read and write. Tends to take a strategic, indirect way to problems. Currently on a trip to the city with her sister. |
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| 27 May 2012 07:36 PM |
Alyseen glanced up at the sky. Noon was fast approaching, and the caravan hadn't even started yet. She wouldn't lie, she was a little bothered by how long the caravan was taking to leave- but she'd bear it. Not like there was any other way back to her village. She leaned back against the family camel, who currently had all kinds of supplies tied up to it. Metals, pottery, the likes. Her sister held the camel's reigns, all too determined to be the one to lead the camel. Alyseen glanced around. Horses, camels, bartoks and some rarer pack animals were all present, most smothered head-to-toe in goods of some sort. Alyseen sighed. When was the damn caravan going to move?! |
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| 27 May 2012 07:41 PM |
Name: Kahyal Qo'tala, or more often known as Kale (seeing the setting, I hope this isn't too weird) Gender: Male A.ge: 25 Clothing: Loose white hooded robes with a red belt to keep them tied together Appearance: Obviously very tanned. Tall and thin, about 120 lbs. and 6"3. He has short black hair and blue eyes. Background: From the city of Arikon. He was left by his parents to an order of assassins and has since been trying to find a clue about them. He is now an assassin at a very high rank, with a death sentence in some places. He uses an engraved black dagger, the only thing his parents left for him, but he enjoys using poison the most and admires poisonous scorpions. |
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| 27 May 2012 07:49 PM |
[Yes, the name is perfectly fine.]
Alyseen could not describe her happiness when the caravan leader announced to the 50-some people present that they would be leaving shortly. However long 'shortly' would be, however, was a mystery. A mystery filled with empty, useless, boring time. Alyseen sighed. This wouldn't be so bad if her sister was much of a talker at the second, but for now it was dreadfully boring monotony. |
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| 27 May 2012 07:52 PM |
Name: Maliq Cotuer Gender:Male A.ge:27 Appearance: (Based off my character, but I will describe it.) Maliq wears a tan hat that has a netting on the back that keeps bugs, and the sun, off his neck. He wears sturdy clothes that allow the occasional breeze into his tan, bare skin. Maliq has black hair neatly tucked under his hat, and has green eyes. There are shoulder plates on his shoulders that protect his collarbone in case of an accident. He wears leather boots. Background:Maliq was born in a small village in the desert. His parents were each traders, and they quickly taught him the way of the trade. As a teenager, they moved to a city. After more training, they set him out on his own. He now has his own caravan, and is on his first trading route. |
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| 27 May 2012 07:52 PM |
| [To those with issues posting: try changing or adding a letter to the word "a.ge". It's filtered.] |
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| 27 May 2012 07:54 PM |
| [Nicely done. Accepted and whatnot. Goes for Recesity, as well.] |
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| 27 May 2012 07:57 PM |
| (( I am AFKing to go into a hot tub for a while. So, yeah. )) |
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| 27 May 2012 08:01 PM |
Maliq's mother forces her self to release her son's neck from her grip. She sniffled a bit, wiping a tear from her face. "Goodbye." She says as she forces a smile. Maliq hugs her again. "Hey, hey.." He says. "Don't worry. You've each taught me well." She smiles, and they share one last hug.
Maliq's dad, not the type to get emotional, shook his hand. "You'll do great son. Write to us if you find a few villages along the way." He smiled. "Thanks, dad. I'll be sure to bring back some of the money." His father waved his hand. "No worries, anything you earn is yours to have. We have plenty."
Maliq nodded, and turned to his camel. Two bags hung on the side, each filled with valuable supplies. Two poles are built into the back of the saddle, and on those a thick piece of fabric covers the seating area to keep the rider cool. Maliq clambered onto the saddle, and with one last "goodbye", he mushed the camel forward towards the city gates. |
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| 27 May 2012 08:15 PM |
| Alyseen sighed. A couple more people were still showing up. More delays, hooray. She began pacing a little back and forth right by the camel, getting a glance or two from those around. |
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| 27 May 2012 08:18 PM |
Maliq passed a few other camels, a few other caravans. A woman pacing back and forth in frustration. He sighed as the camel passed the gates, and he pulled it to a stop just outside the walls of the city. He dug a map out of his coat pocket and unfolded it infront of his face.
"Several stops along the way..."He muttered to himself. |
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| 27 May 2012 08:23 PM |
| The caravan leader suddenly announced their departure. Alyseen felt overcome with joy as pack animals and people started to make their way out of the city's gates, en route to Beritaur- although, Alyseen and her sister's leaving point was long before then. |
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| 27 May 2012 08:29 PM |
| He calmly stuffed the map back in his pocket as the caravan from earlier passed through the gates. He in no way wanted to join them, but for now the routes were similar. He dug his heel lightly into the side of the camel, and it started off towards the endless sand. His was maybe a few dozen feet to the left of the caravan, and he payed them no mind. |
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Kerion
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| 27 May 2012 08:54 PM |
(One of the most promising threads I have seen in a long time. More promising than anything I've made in a long time.)
Name: Saern Dunestrider (originally from a nomadic family. Technically has no familial name but took on Dunestrider as that is pretty much the summary of his life) Gender: M Ag.e: 32 Clothing: loose fitting light weight cotton pants and shirt, turban and cloth face mask. Loose outer robe. (His lower clothing looks like a cross between a tuskan raider, stereotypical garb for bedouins, and a few other desert peoples) He also has turkish style brigandine however he does not wear it unless expecting a fight, it stays in his travel chest. Appearance: Brown skin, skin looks worn where it would be exposed, brown eyes, black hair, short full face beard and mustache. Background: Saern was born on the road, his parents were transient traders. They travelled from place to place constantly, never having one place to call home. He was the third of four children, his two elder brothers have taken over the family business and his younger sister has long since married. Seeing no future for him in the family business but noticing his son's clear bravery Saern's father arranged to have him trained in the art of battle by an old family friend. His training started at a relatively young age and continued for many years. Once he had completed his training his teacher commissioned two fine scimitars for his pupal. After his training was complete Saern began travelling again, often signing on as a caravan guard or a mercenary. Saern gained a reputation for being fast and skilled with his twin blades. However, Saern does not like to kill, though he will do so. He prefers to spare his opponents when possible. This trip is different for him, this time he travels to meet up with his old teacher not as a caravan guard. |
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| 27 May 2012 09:00 PM |
| [Fantastic presentation of character. By all means, you are accepted.] |
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Kerion
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| 27 May 2012 09:09 PM |
[Also a few notes about his carried weapons: Saern carries a large curved knife on his person that he always wears openly in his belt, he has a quiver (not always worn) and a composite (not compound, composite) recurve bow (a common type of bow in many cultures that made heavy use of mounted archers). He also has at least 1 concealed knife on his person.] (He usually leaves the bow and quiver with his travel chest) |
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| 27 May 2012 09:10 PM |
(Thanks BTW. I put some effort into him.) (Could you fill me in on a few the the creatures that wander this world wide desert that aren't necessarily present in the real world?) |
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| 27 May 2012 09:17 PM |
My caravan has already departed. We have enough food and water for a few weeks. The others are nervous about the many, many scorpions on the caravan, but I assure them that they harmless.
They are not harmless.
The leader of my group has promised me that something about my family will be revealed through this kill. I can only hope. |
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| 27 May 2012 09:22 PM |
[Previously mentioned is the bartok. It's a quadrupedal lizard often used as a pack animal. Resembling an overgrown uromastyx, the bartok is about twelve feet long from tail point to nose, though about half of that is the tail. The tail is normally covered in spikes, but generally bartok owners will remove said spikes for safety purposes. While not too good as a mount, bartoks have a carrying capacity about equal to that of a horse (less than mule/camel) but is much better at handling the harsh desert climate.
Dural are bipedal, primitive beasts found in clans about the desert. They stand about ten feet tall with hard, almost rock-like flesh protecting them. They are known to use their immense strength and stolen weaponry to attack and rob travellers. Some times they are captured and sold as slaves for humans. Their tough skin allows them to ignore most heat, so they are good at spending more time outside at work than would be possible for the majority of humans. Generally when kept as slaves, pacifying rituals are put to use.
That good?] |
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| 27 May 2012 09:23 PM |
| The caravan carried on slowly over sand and dune. Alyseen's sister guided their camel while she simply walked alongside, her gaze sweeping over the desert, caravan and sky. Something wasn't right... |
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| 27 May 2012 09:31 PM |
| Saern guided his camel over the sands along with the caravan, only a narrow band of skin around his eyes was visible beneath his clothing. Scanned the surrounding dunes. Then said aloud, not to anyone in particular "This place is to good for an ambush for my liking. Many things could hide beneath these dunes." |
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| 27 May 2012 09:36 PM |
"Kale?" "What?" "I really don't think having these scorpions on the caravan is a good idea. They aren't so harmless." "Why do you think so?" "Well, Dro'Robar got stung by one and he got really pale. He's having trouble breathing."
I look around. We're in the middle of the desert with no medical supplies and the giant, hot sun is making everyone sweat. This is good and bad: Good, because this is really strong poison coming from the scorpions. Bad, because we're in the middle of the desert with no medical supplies and the giant hot sun is making everyone sweat. I've personally never had a problem with scorpions. They just ignore me, and at some points they've even aided me. The other assassins aren't the same way, though.
"Well... Uh..." "Kale! More people are being bitten!" I don't know what to do. Suddenly, though, I see another caravan of doctors! I don't know how much money I have, but it'll have to be enough. |
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