Kevor
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| 31 Aug 2012 03:02 PM |
Crimson flame illuminated the damp, stoaic chamber as a group of men muttered softly amongst themselves; apprehensive of the assembly to come. Most were clad in black robes; the others wearing regal garments of deep purple or burgundy. The pronounced color represented their rank in Belkan society, and the corrupt basta rds had certainly earned it. An assortment of meats and vegetation adorned the deeply colored crystal table, and most sipped lightly on blood colored beverages as they anxiously awaited the meeting’s start.
The majority of the robed figures flinched as the massave double doors at the apex of the chamber opened; an armored man quickly emerging from the inky blackness within his quarters. His skin was lightly tanned, and his eyes were of the bloodiest crimson; eyes that struck fear in those that met them far and wide. His hair was an abbyssal black, reflecting his brutal nature, and a cross guarded longsword was sheathed at his left thigh; the red crystals lodged into each side of the guard glowing violently. A cape as dark as his hair fluttered lightly behind him as he advanced, and the tall, fearsome man cleared his throat brazenly before lazily taking a seat in a large blackened throne.
“Let us begin.” Cecil announced cooly before leaning forward, joining his hands before resting his chin upon them. His bloody eyes darted around the royal hall before him; stopping now and then on a trembling, pale, and utterly mortified soul before snapping to the next. After careful observation of his surroundings, he spoke again. “It has been brought to my attention that one of our parties has discovered the artifact.”
“Yes, my liege,” A crimson robed man began. “The arlius ventrix; the crystal in which we have saught for millennia.” A sly grin played at Cecil’s flawless lips as the man continued. “We have dispelled it as you asked, and performed the necessary examination—Would you like to examine it yourself?” The robed figure’s voice seemed to tremble a bit as he spoke; evident fear shaking the pale, beastial looking figure below the hood to the bone. None were ignorant enough to speak to Cecil in such a manner, though he seemed to allow it, seeing as his smile expressed tremendous satisfaction. “Of course, Glathok.” The demon-king said bemusedly, leaning into his throne before letting out a soft sigh.
Glathok hesitated slightly, taking his first step with obvious apprehension. His boot clacked loudly; the sound echoing around the chamber for a brief moment before the nobleman advanced. His stride steadily grew more confident, and within seconds he found himself kneeling before Cecil, withdrawing a small pouch from his robes. He unraveled the rough brown cloth, and what had lain within caused Cecil’s brow to twitch in surprise. A glowing blue crystal glimmered in his servant’s hands; this was certainly unexpected. The key had indeed been discovered, and his intention was to use it as quickly as possible. He opened his right palm, gave a gentle flick of the wrist, and the crystal instantaneously flew into his hand; the glow intensifying as Cecil lightly grasped the artifact.
“You have done well, Glathok.” Cecil said lightly, obviously pleased. “Shall we move into phase two?” Glathok’s head immediately snapped upward, his fearful blue eyes meeting Cecil’s. “I do not mean to displease you, my lord; but I recommend hindering such rapid advance. We have not yet coordinated an invasion plan, and-“ The hellspawn bit his tongue upon realizing what he had just done, and staggered back slightly; his face paling further. A flash of irritation crossed Cecil’s emotionless face, and he stood from his throne, glaring deeply into his servant’s trembling eyes. Glathok leapt to his feet, beginning to step backward, lifting his hands in mock surrender as his eyes widened.
“Excuse me?” Cecil growled, advancing toward the helpless politician. The torches illuminating the chamber began sparking; the flames themselves rising and sparking wildly as the demon-king spoke. “My ears must be deceiving me, I thought for a moment that you had suggested we delay our plan further. Can your feeble mind not comprehend that I have pensievely calculated my strategies for the past fifty thousand years?” Glathok began to speak, but Cecil quickly snapped his right arm outward, powerful wind lashing out from his fingertips to blow the nobleman’s hood down. The face that lay beneath was a skinless mass of burnt flesh, a face in which expressed nothing but perpetual fear as Cecil advanced further. The man in question tightened his armored fists, his face a contorted mess of fluttering emotion. Was he to run? Hide? Or simply allow himself to feel Cecil’s wrath?
“BITE YOUR TONGUE!” Cecil growled as Glathok moved to speak again. “You have pressed upon my last nerve, cretin. You have done nothing but hinder my advance, and as a result; I have watched my empire continuously crumble. Belka cannot remain in this place, Glathok. It is our destiny to expand.” His tone was nothing more than an intimidating and deep growl as he advanced, Glathok’s face morphing into that of complete terror. He moved to speak again, but was quickly silenced by the demon king himself. Cecil rapidly extended his right arm, gripping the politician’s throat with a single armored hand before lifting him into the air, squeezing tightly as Glathok attempted to gasp for air.
“YOU WILL SPEAK… WHEN I ALLOW YOU TO DO SO!” Cecil roared, his deep tone shaking the furniture as gale force winds tore around the majestic throne room. Glathok grabbed at Cecil’s wrists, attempting to pry himself free as all color began to drain from his burnt face. “YOU WILL BEG FOR MY MERCY!” Cecil bellowed further, stone pillars shattering as his grip tightend. Glathok simply mouthed the words, “Forgive me, master!” and Cecil released his grasp; letting the gasping politician fall to the floor in a heap of pathetic weakness. “T-T-Thank you, M-My lord.” Glathok immediately whispered, still gagging on blood drawn from Cecil’s squeezes. The politician shakily stood as the council watched on in complete apathy; their silence reflecting their knowledge of what was to come.
“Pathetic.” Cecil said simply, his voice a firm tenor. Without another word, He shot his right arm outward once more, burying his gloved hand into Glathok’s chest cavity. The nobleman let out a deafening wail as he felt his muscle tearing apart, his blackened blood leaking onto the armored glove within him, the hand coiling tightly around his spine as it heaved upward. He screamed louder, feeling himself being held by the rippling winds as Cecil dug around in his chest, squeezing muscle and outstretching his fingers before withdrawing his hand. A surge of pulsing red energy coated the armor, and the blood instantly dissipated; seeming to evaporate at the energy’s touch. Glathok began to sob, clutching his chest tightly as dark ooze drenched his robes.
“PLEASE! MERCY!” Glathok begged through heaving sobs, blood pouring from a gaping hole in his lung. “F-F-FORGIVE-“ His terrified cries were cut short as Cecil’s hand drew backward; tiny red bolts crackling around his arm and fist. He opened his hand as he struck outward, burying his hand into Glathok’s chest further before enclosing his glove around the still beating heart of the politician. Bolts of bloody lightning danced throughout the twitching victim; the energy peeling skin from bone and visibly spiraling around Glathok’s tortured form. Cecil then simply ripped it from it’s domain, letting Glathok’s lifeless corpse fall to the ground with a deafening ‘thud’ before turning to the ever silent council; showing them his prize.
As the heart continued to beat, Cecil’s voice boomed off of the walls, the sickening gales coming to rest as he spoke. “This shall be a warning to all of those who commit treason; do not press me, for only the foolish meet their end.” As his menacing tone rebounded through the skulls of the council, they all nodded in the affirmative before placing a hand over their hearts; feeling them beating through their robes with anxiety. Cecil Versata was not one to be trifled with, especially when said trifling pertained to his glorious redemption.
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It has been but a mere three weeks since the Invasion started, and already half of the mighty Arcadian Empire has fallen into Belkan hands. With thousands and thousands of soldiers pouring out of the heart of Belka, it is only a matter of time before the capital city of Greyhaven falls.
Selected as a member of a party to be sent into the heart of Belka to find a way to weaken the Invasion and buy some time for Greyhaven to prepare for attack. Right now you are in the Guards' barracks in the town of Helmsreach, where the group is preparing to journey into Belkan territory...
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Background-- This thread was inspired by an old, unfinished thread from times past, and Tom Clancy's novel, 'Red Storm Rising.' Please note that this is a rushed project, and is prone to several mistakes. I might make this into a series, if it is successful enough. This will be a repost of the thread, but revamped and spiced up.
CS:
Name: Age: Gender: Appearance: Moral alignment: Personality: Biography:
COMBAT SYSTEM
Should one engage in combat, a dice (d20, usually) will be rolled, and depending on the roll, a good or bad outcome will happen. The only thing that you need to worry about are a few main things:
Weapon - The better your weapon, the more potential damage it can deal. Fairly self-explanitory.
Armor Rating- This is how well your armor protects you. If you have a high armor rating, you have a higher damage resistance. For instance, you are hit with a weapon that originally would deal 15 damage, yet you had an armor rating of 5, it would only deal 10 damage. ( 1 AR = +1 Damage Resistance )
HP- Hit points. These show how much of a beating you can take. Getting hit with a weapon or spell makes you lose hitpoints. If you lose all of your hitpoints, you become unconscious, and if not healed, you may die.
And that's basically it! Just pay attention to these 3 factors in a fight, and you should be fine.
--Any notation from my thoughts I simply forgot to remove. Please ignore them. |
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| 31 Aug 2012 03:23 PM |
| (Can I use a 100-sided dice?) |
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Kevor
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| 31 Aug 2012 03:42 PM |
| ( Sure...? A d100 will probably be used, but I will be doing the rolls. ) |
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| 04 Sep 2012 10:58 AM |
( Just to let you know...Don't expect a lot of people to join your RP, To be honest even if one person joins you'll be lucky, People in here do not have the patience to read a big wall-o-text, and if someone does have the patience it's hard to understand it. Not everyone read that book you're talking about.
To sum it up if you want more people I suggest you to remove the unneeded details and just tell the story with one paragraph. ) |
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Kevor
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| 04 Sep 2012 11:54 AM |
It isn't that long. It is actually a fair deal shorter than my original revisions, which included said details that were unnecessary, but I felt that were interesting. Most people I know are not lazy as you are.
To sum it up: FLEE, HERETIC! |
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| 04 Sep 2012 12:29 PM |
Alright then,
Let us see the roleplayers coming to join, then. |
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| 04 Sep 2012 01:11 PM |
Name: Saik Horion A.ge: 27 Gender: Male
Appearance: Saik is a tall, slightly tanned man standing at 1.80 meters. He has messy brown hair and a soul patch. His eyes are a dark green color, with spots of blue on his iris. His left forearm bears a birthmark in the form of a paw, and his cheeks have some freckles. If he is not adorned in armor, he wears a brown, linen shirt and pants, along with average shoes. Saik's armor consists of steel bracers to defend from lower attacks, and a chainmail "vest" for maximum flexibility. He also hasheavy leather boots and gloves in battle.
Moral alignment: Good/Greyhaven Personality: He is quickly angered, but that can be considered a good thing due to it fueling his energy in battle.
Biography: Saik was born in the big city, Greyhaven. His mother worked in her own small tavern, and it was told to him that his dad was a great hero and died in one of the many wars he fought, way before Saik's birth. When he was 13, he showed exceptional skill for fighting, mainly with axes. That was possibly because his mother was from Skandia, (bonus cookies if you know what book that's from) a land far away from here, where all warriors fought with axes. At the age of 18, he enlisted as a guard, that he was until he turned 24. At that age, his mom died, and as Saik loved her very much he went slightly depressed. Until he was 27, he sort of maintained his mother's tavern. That's when they asked him to help with the Invasion, mainly because of his exceptional skill as a fighter. He now fights with dual axes. |
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| 04 Sep 2012 01:59 PM |
| If this RP lasts for atleast 6-7 pages then I'll give you a congrats |
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| 04 Sep 2012 02:24 PM |
| Hey alexander, you are in no state to judge. |
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Kevor
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| 04 Sep 2012 03:55 PM |
(TO, you are accepted.) (I may whisk up a CS for a character of mine, and I may not. Not sure yet. ) |
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| 04 Sep 2012 04:10 PM |
| (TLDR. I like that you are descriptive, though.) |
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| 04 Sep 2012 04:25 PM |
@Alexander That is practically the exact opposite of my thoughts. Besides, you want RP'ers that will actually read the entire thing, proving them to most likely be loyal, resulting in a greater RP experience.
I guess you could call it thinning out the cattle.
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May join later. |
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Kevor
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| 04 Sep 2012 05:04 PM |
( Photo, don't make me tell you to flee, you heretic swine. )
( Any how, does anyone else wish to join? ) |
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| 04 Sep 2012 05:06 PM |
| can i use a 1337 sided dai |
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Kevor
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| 04 Sep 2012 05:10 PM |
| ( In theory, yes. I can make one with a virtual die roller. In reality, not unless the roll you used it for was 1d1337-1337.) |
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Kevor
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| 05 Sep 2012 02:02 PM |
| ( Agreed. Just need two more people probably, and then we are set. Thinking up of an interesting enough CS for a character... ) |
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Kevor
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| 06 Sep 2012 01:54 PM |
| ( Does anyone else wish to join? ) |
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| 06 Sep 2012 02:37 PM |
| (Shall we perhaps start? I could create a second -evil- character if you want. I think the RP is just too good for it's own good, if you know what I mean. (Basically it's so long that nobody reads it all, but I personally love long RPs. But since every good RPer I know is leaving well, the audience for these is shrinking.)) |
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