podraptor
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| 12 Jan 2013 12:59 PM |
Twenty generations ago, our forefathers--peasants, smiths, old soldiers, the lowest forms of life--banded together to march on the Palmac Plains. There had been word of a force, a great armada of our liberators, that had forced martial law upon us. Upon the ascent of The Great Enlightened Hallsand-Toun Banespirit, may he live forever, we, the people, knew that our freedom had died.
The Kingdom of the Vyrunic Knights, as they were known then, had become true gods in the eyes of the common people. They took the lands from the tyrannical kingdoms of the South. Our people, our kinsmen, revered in their cause as they unified us as the Great Volkaan Empire. Tamsphil, the old tyrant that had ruled our lands, was executed as the restoration of Athelred-Hammond III the Justified was given the power to rule as our King once more. It was a great day for the commoners to have our ruler, after 20 years in chains, yet it was also a great day for The Circle (The Inner Council of the Empire, formally the original members of the Vyrunic Knights) to be corrupted with the land they had helped replant.
The Liberators became the tyrants they had destroyed such a short time ago. And so, when our ancestors marched across the golden hills of the Palmac, they were met with an army of their brothers and their uncles and their sisters and their wives, both sides believing that they were right. No one that day could have been so wrong as relatives washed each other's blood in iron.
The old and mighty Volkaan Empire had died. Athelred-Hammond, our saviour, was deposed and executed. His brother, Lord of the Northern Sectors Athelred-Rennyn IV, was pulled down quickly as he tried to amass those who were still loyal. The second battle that commenced lasted only half and hour, our valiant successor thrown into the deepest dungeons of Mount Grimrock to rot in eternity. Or so we thought.
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As a secret force of commoners loyal to the old monarchy, you waited anxiously for the signal in the woods at the base of the mountains. The steep ridge above would either be something of victory, or something bristling with nocked Volkaan arrows. Daggers and axes and spears were clutched tightly all around.
The day of fate awaits you and all your kin. Somewhere at the top of the ridge, a wolf's howl broke the night.
Victory.
Rebels, shoulders slumped, looked up in awe at the amazing feat they had achieved. The gates of Mount Grimrock, the most heavily defended dungeon-fort hybrid in the world, had been opened and cleared by a band of audacious peasants.
Time for the charge inside.
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Magic:
Magic can only be cast by those in possession of a tome. Tomes are small, old books that are seemingly indestructable. However, tomes were created thousands of years ago by a forerunner nation. The tomes that are left are closely guarded or scattered in hard-to-find places. Anyone may cast magic, but they need a tome. Spellcasters with no formal training don't retain a certain talent. This talent, engraved into a mage's brain once he/she is proven worthy, is the skill to memorize spells FROM TOMES. This adds much more depth and rarity to the tomes, as this makes any hobo on the street able to cast if they had one, but not memorize them.
The Five Elements of Magic are Fire, Water, Air, Earth, and Spirit
Rules:
Athelred-Rennyn IV, Truthspeaker, can be controlled by any of the admins. Standard RP rules apply. Deciding the outcome of the rebellion will get you banned. Non-admins must include "The wolves call" under their Character Sheet. Have fun!
Character Sheet:
Name: (Full name. Similar to Chinese, this world writes surname first, thus Athelred-Hammond or Athelred-Rennyn) /\ge: Short Backstory: Physical Features: Clothing/Armor: (More clothing as of yet) Weapons: Other Items:
(Everything else will be developed as the story moves on. Clothing and weapons will change, so for now only add in your relatively weak starting things.)
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Ancelyn
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| 12 Jan 2013 01:10 PM |
Name: Arreguin-Simon
/\ge: 27
Short Backstory: Simon is an archer, he had been so since he was a young boy. His father was a hunter and he often went hunting with him, which in time he learned to master the bow and arrow. Simon is excellent and stealth, and succeeds many but not all in camouflage.
Physical Features: Simon stands 6'3, many say he is half giant, claiming his father Arreguin-Aldierr was a giant. His skin is a light mix of darkish tan and Caucasian color pigment. His is slightly muscular, from all the years of hunting have given him great stamina and strength. Simon has brown hair that curls at the very end and goes off swerves to the right a bit all around. He has amber eyes, a bold face with a well tones jaw, and a light aftershave beard.
Clothing/Armor: Leather vest under a button up green tunic, leather pants hand made by himself.
Weapons: Quiver of Arrows (Around 30), and a nice Yew Longbow.
Other Items: Cask of ale, Cask of Water, small dagger.
---The wolves call--- |
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VoidHack
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| 12 Jan 2013 01:11 PM |
| (Oops, posted on alt. Lol. That is me) |
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VoidHack
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podraptor
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| 12 Jan 2013 01:17 PM |
Name: Hadrol-Secid
/\ge: 24
Short Backstory: A cobbler who grew up on Palmac Plains, his hometown has been a cesspool of living hate towards the New Volkaan Empire since the Battle of Palmac. He was one of the first to join The Return, and makes boots for the rebels who join.
Physical Features: A squarely-built man from Palmac Plains, Secid is of average height and weight. He has dark-brown hair and oddly gray eyes, and on his right cheek is a slender, pink scar courtesy of a long-time tavern brawl. Slightly tan, the man seems to always have the look of honesty to him.
Clothing/Armor: Wearing a dark, ragged cloak to conceal a plain shirt and brown trousers, Secid's boots are high-quality, fit for marching and wear. The leather, thick, is still comfortable and snug, and hobnails are hammered into the soles. As makeshift protection, Secid has secured a large hide girdle around his torso. Weapons: The only weapons the cobbler carries is a staff ferruled with iron bands and a crude iron hatchet at his waist.
Other Items: A haversack of provisions and some cobbling supplies. |
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| 12 Jan 2013 01:18 PM |
| (I'll be back in a few minutes to post. Right now, I've got to go.) |
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podraptor
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| 12 Jan 2013 01:19 PM |
@Ancelyn
Your accepted as long as you don't get him too OP.
Be back in half and hour. |
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Quasar99
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| 12 Jan 2013 01:21 PM |
Name: Valkyr-Valthro /\ge: 27 Short Backstory: Valkyr has always been a nice guy wherever he goes He was born to the west and moved to the Vyrunic Kingdom when he was a young man. He always never likes to hurt people, and only does bad things when actually neccessary. Physical Features: Valkyr has green-red eyes, a sharp nose pointing downwards, and blonde hair that goes downwards and sweeps through an eye. Clothing/Armor: (More clothing as of yet) He wears a leather suit with a blue chainmail shirt going over it, to appear as a swordcut does not affect him. Weapons: A long, silver broadsword and a crossbow for safety. Other Items: 7 lockpicks, for bad situations/
”Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong” |
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| 12 Jan 2013 01:52 PM |
Name: Dariguin-Haram /\ge: 33 Short Backstory: Haram, a former carpenter, lived in a high mountain town known as Beitheyr. The town was located near Fort Grimrock, which, in those days, was only a newly-constructed prison. Haram's town was seized soon after by Volkaan soldiers, under the claim that the Empire owned 'these mountains'. Angry Beitheyrans attempted to resist the soldiers, and were massacred. The town was looted, prisoners taken, the remnants burned. Haram woke up several days later in the guest bedroom of a merciful and kind peasant family. On behalf of everyone killed in his town, his mother, father, and newlywed wife, he took up the sword and vowed revenge. Fueled by anger, he approached the half-built training camp created atop Beitheyr's ruins, and killed the few soldiers there. Rumors of his doings got him into the ranks of the Resistance Movement. Physical Features: Haram is quite short, only 5'6", something he is quite touchy about. His skin is fairly light, and he has a solid look about him that only a mountain man can have. He is quite broad and muscular. He has light brown hair cut short, stone-colored blue eyes, and a thick, square jaw. He has a long burn scar across his right temple as a remnant of the battle for freedom at his home town. Though he has become rather tight and angry at times, he is a surprisingly friendly person. Clothing/Armor: Haram has a dark blue tunic, cloth pants, cracked leather boots, and a long fur-covered coat. Weapons: Carpenter's hammer, rusty shortsword. Other Items: N/A
Name: Athelred-Rennyn /\ge: 49 Short Backstory: The Lord of the Northern States, he was thrown in jail for organizing a resistance against the Volkaan Empire. Physical Features: Rennyn is tall, 6'2", deeply tanned and with weathered skin. He has a chiseled jaw, large hands, and wide shoulders, though they have begun to waste away from being in prison for long periods of time. His hair is black, streaked with gray, and he has an untrimmed beard of the same color. Clothing/Armor: Prisoner rags. Weapons: N/A Other Items: N/A |
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podraptor
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l0ldude1
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| 12 Jan 2013 02:14 PM |
| Glad this is posted. It looks cool, but I'm getting tired. Seeya. |
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podraptor
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| 12 Jan 2013 02:21 PM |
| Alright. Who will be the GM? |
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| 12 Jan 2013 02:26 PM |
| Well... whoever is GM will control Rennyn for now. |
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podraptor
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| 12 Jan 2013 02:27 PM |
You, I guess?
I think you also have to control how we approach the mine. |
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| 12 Jan 2013 02:34 PM |
(Mmkay. I'll kick it off, then.)
The lone call of a wolf pierces the night. Several seconds afterward, a groaning noise is heard. The massive gates swing slowly outward, as slowly as possible so as to not cause commotion. several bodies are discreetly rolled out.
Rennyn sat dejectedly in his small, single man cell. He was not allowed to interact with the other prisoners, for fear of conspiracy or anything else. He peeled back the damp and stringy curtain of his hair, and looked out form under it. Darkness. Still darkness. He wondered why he hadn't gone mad yet.
Haram's hand tightened on his hammer. He had been anticipating this for so long. |
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podraptor
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| 12 Jan 2013 02:41 PM |
Unconsciously reaching for his staff, Secid found it clutched tight in his hands as he watched the prison gates open. He whispered to the carpenter beside him, a man known famously to the band as a true Volkaan killer. "You think it's clear?" |
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VoidHack
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| 12 Jan 2013 02:43 PM |
| With my arrow knocked on my bow I await the command to fire. |
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| 12 Jan 2013 02:50 PM |
"Whether it is or not, it will be soon." Haram said grimly. The band began to stealthily creep up the hill, keeping behind a large bank of tough grass on one side. A cluster of rocks farther up would be their final protection before entering the fort.
The ones inside the first disperse along the walls, awaiting the arrival of the band below. |
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podraptor
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| 12 Jan 2013 02:55 PM |
"I'll go see what's happening," Secid said, a nervous concentration coming to his face. Face down, the cobbler dragged his staff forwards as he drawled up the slope to the rocks.
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| 12 Jan 2013 02:59 PM |
The gates hang wide open. The bodies of the guards lay in a small depression a little ways off.
Haram cocked his head. Were there no more guards? |
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| 12 Jan 2013 03:02 PM |
Name: (Idk what chinese name, you pick?) /\ge: 32 Short Backstory: Has no family, all killed in a car crash. Physical Features: Green eyes, dark/tan skin, scars on face Clothing/Armor: Ragged blue polo shirt, black jeans Weapons: Pocket knife Other Items: Screwdriver and pin |
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Quasar99
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| 12 Jan 2013 03:04 PM |
(how should i start this..?)
”Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong” |
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podraptor
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| 12 Jan 2013 03:04 PM |
Looking up at his comrades who hung precariously along the wall, he called down to the group below:
"Give me a nicely-sized rock." |
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Quasar99
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| 12 Jan 2013 03:04 PM |
@mystic Uhm. This is medieval.
”Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you’re wrong” |
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