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Leo Crimson
Rules and other Information:

1) No player-controlling, modding or spamming the topic.
2) I reserve the right to use minor control over the characters in order to keep the story going.
3) This is a fantasy world; no guns or cannons. The most advanced things here are catapults and machine gun crossbows, so make sure you take note of that when making an application.

Other things:

1) Suggestions are welcome; please feel free to add cities, islands or other races..
2) Do not annoy any of the other rpers.

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Prologue

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Long ago, a planet somewhere in the universe was struck by a devastating natural disaster. Many of its lands were sunk or blown up, and billions of people killed. The massive earthquake shattered lands, released dangerous fumes and created fire storms. However, survivors of the event, known as the Great Fire, have joined together to rebuild and form a new land.

Though 50% of the planet was covered in water, the other side of the globe had new continents and lands, settled by the survivors. Recently, though, rifts have grown between each of the nations over power and domination of the land, and so…the conflict began.

The planet was formed by the 4 Gods, Zus, Taruk, Eidis and Faron. Taruk represented War, Eidis held the gift of Strength and bravery, and Faron would attempt to bless his followers with Wisdom. Above all these was King Zus, whom allowed the sun to shine upon the land.

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Races

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The Great Three

Elves – The wisest and tallest of all beings, standing up to 6’5, the elves were a major power in the Old World, their people spanning the globe. Having good relations with all others except orcs, the Elves played a large part in aiding much of the world’s population by leading them underground to shelter. Though not all of them survived, those that did rose to power and led their people to a new era.

Over the years, the number of Elves has grown, and they have found a home in the north on a group of islands. Naming it the Elven Isles, their leader, Lord Thron, has managed to keep his people out of the conflicts between the other nations.

Dwarves – One of the shortest races, the tallest being about 4’9, the Dwarves are a fierce and proud race. Mostly keeping to themselves, any dwarf will usually risk their life to protect a comrade and a superior. He or she will also prefer to use brawn instead of brain, though many dwarven engineers have a high level of intelligence.

Residing on the continent of Durgin, the Dwarves created a capital city called Irondum, which is partially underground. Built with access to the great mines under the mountains, the people of Durgan are led by Leo Crimson, the High King of the Dwarves.

Humans – The most common of all people, humans usually jump into a battle without thinking, using a sword and anything they can get a hold of. Having a great hatred for anything impure, like orcs, a typical human will be driven with rage to fight to the death.

Living on the southern continent, 2 nations of Humans have had a personal hatred of each other. This will be detailed later in the Factions section.

Other Races[b]

[b]Orcs
– Mostly settled on the northeastern continent of Urghar, the orcs were first created in the Great Fire. A colony of elves and humans were trapped on what is now Urghar, and prayed for deliverance. Suddenly, a strange gas made them all pass out; it also mutated their bodies. When they next awoke, they realized they had been turned into monsters.

Quickly establishing order, one of the orcs named Grok managed to rally everyone to him, and swore an oath to get vengeance on the ones whom had brought this disaster upon them.

Undead – All that the naked eye will see are black robes, metal boots, gloves and a sword. The first Undead was once a king of an ancient human kingdom. One day, the God of Evil, Koba, came to him bringing wealth and power. Blinded by his greed, he took them without question.

Becoming cursed by the power of Koba’s spell, the king’s body became invisible to all others, and his armour was replaced by black robes. Though immortal, the newly born warrior became a servant of Koba, bound to his will.

With the power of evil at his hand, the new Undead, who became known as Khamul, aided Koba in raising more armies, ready for an all-out domination. However, just as Koba was about to strike, the Great Fire occurred. During this period, Koba was sealed away by his brother Zus, the God of Light. When the Fire became strongest, Khamul fled deep into what people suspect is the Mines of Durgin. From then on, he has been unheard of.

Ents – Living mostly in the forests of Verran, the Ents prefer to stay out of the war, just like the Dwarves, and instead spend their time tending to the trees and forests. If provoked, they will risk even themselves to save the forests and destroy the usurpers and killers.

Ents are also known to have a terrible temper beyond even that of the Gods. Though not as powerful and not having any kind of powers, they can swipe away 5 of the strongest soldiers with one swipe of their claws.


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Factions and Nations

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The Elven Isles – Located in the far north, between Urghar and Durgin, the Elven Isles are a paradise. Covered with lush trees, laeks and peace, Lord Thron has had little conflict to deal with.

One of the Isles’ greatest treasures is the sacred water that flows in the islands. Legend has it that one who drinks it will have a great knowledge. If that person is good of heart, he will become blessed by the gods; if he is evil, the man will become cursed forever, often becoming an Undead.

Durgin – Home of the Dwarves, Durgin is mostly covered with rocks, mountains and minerals in the ground. With most of its people living in the mountains, small towns and Irondom, Durgin is almost always on guard from invasion.

The Iron Mountain has one of the richest amounts of ores underground. Many dwarves and even elves have come to settle in there, turning the mine into another city. A large river runs through the middle of the mine, allowing workers to take a ferry out of the mountain and back to dry land.

Urghar – Home of the orcs, Urghar has almost no living plants on it, as it is mostly a barren land of dirt, fumes and a few craters. The plains of the continent have some lakes, but even some of those are polluted with dangerous chemicals.

Full of orcs, Urghar’s greatest enemy are possibly the people of Agoro; always on the guard, King Grok is always prepared for a fight.

Verran

Formally known as the Verran Republic, this nation of humans has always been on the side of allowing all races to join together in a peaceful, world government. Currently locked in a diplomatic war with Agoro, the President of Verran prefers to settle disagreements over talks, not war.

Agoro

The Holy Empire of Agoro’s leaders have always had a hatred for orcs. Though they do not seek wars with the Dwarves or Elves, the Agorons seek to wipe out all of Urghar and its inhabitants, but they are restrained mainly by the Elves, whom say that they will wage war should that happen.

The history of Agoro is rather odd to some people. Coming out of the hiding after the Great Fire, a man named Borus claimed that their survival was the will of a 5th God, known as Serk (many scholars believe that Serk was an avatar of Koba). Nuturing his nation by calling all followers of ‘good’ to him, Borus was able to raise the Holy Empire and claim half of the continent of Novogrudek.

Pirates

A few hundred of people out there chose not to side with any government, as none of them offered enough benefits. Since that, the Pirates have gone around the sea robbing merchants and traders of their good, hoping to secure a nation of their own one day.


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Important Locations

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Lorin – Capital of the Elven Isles, Lorin looks extremely undefended from the outside. However, a group of expert archers are always watching from the city’s buildings, ready to raise the alarm if any force lands on the islands and breaches the city.

Durgin – Half aboveground, half underground, Durgin is possibly the hardest to completely conquer. If the defenders are driven from the city, they will flee to the mines. If they are driven from the mines, they will retreat using the river, leave a strong force at the exit and return to the city. From there, the Dwarves will trap the enemy force in the Mines and easily win.

Kunk – The only city on Urghar, Kunk is simply built with a four-sided wall and consists of multiple fortresses within. Built into the side of a volcano, the last resort attack is to break the dam on the lava and release it, hoping to kill the enemy forces that way.

Har-tak – The capital city of Verran, Har-tak is built with multiple levels similar to Minas Tirith, allowing its people to retreat higher in case the enemy is able to breach the gate and enter. Unfortunately, there is no way for the civilians to escape if they are pushed to the top, as it will be over 100 feet from the ground.

Tar-jun - The largest city out of all of them, the front of Tar-jun are mainly shops and such. Behind it is a massive stadium possibly used for gladiator matches and battles. Since the Fire, it has been converted into a great palace of some sort, where Emperor Borus resides.

Gar – A small dwarven city connecting Verran and Agoro, Gar is under Durgin jurisdiction, and the mayor there attempts to keep peace between the 2 rival nations. If a war was to start, Gar would be caught right in the middle of it with nowhere to go.



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App:

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My App:

Name: Leo Crimson
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf
Appearance: 4’7, leather hauberk over light chainmail, leather boots and gloves, green cloak. Has an orange beard and orange hair.
Weapon/s: red axe
History: One of the survivors of the Great Fire, Leo was one of the last to take refuge in the Iron Mountain after making sure others made it safe too. Taking command of the survivors, he helped establish Irondum in the ruins of another city and created a safe kingdom for all to live in.
Other: He’s also the Dwarf King.

]Name: Grok
Age: 50
Gender: Male
Race: Orc
Appearance: 5’10, muscular, green eyes, , pointy ears, armour platings and anything else an orc would look like. He also has the face of a goblin.
Weapon/s: Bow and arrows, sword
History: Once a high elven general (his true name is forgotten), Grok commanded thousands of troops on the northeastern part of a continent. When the Great Fire occurred, he attempted to shelter his troops from the flaming magna, but was trapped when the portion of the land he and hundreds of others were on broke off. Mutated by the criminals, it only wiped part of his memory, including his name and what he once was. Angered by this, he took the name of Grok, a legendary demon, and swore to find out who had caused the Great Fire, whether it was a god’s wrath or some crazy sorcerer.
Other: N/A
Byahh
Name: Sam "Angel" Axe
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Half-Human, Half-Elf; Raised human.
Appearance: Sam has pale skin, is very lean, and as shoulder-length, dark, brown hair. Wears black robes with the emblem of a phoenix on the back.
Weapon/s: Dual, concealed, wrist blades; Crossbow, seldom uses; 12 inch short blade
History: Sam was born to a human mother who had an affair with an elf lord who she met while escaping some looters. After the affair, she set sail for human lands only to find out she was pregnant. She found it best not to inform the father and raised him as a human. At the age of 12, pirates lay siege on his settlement. After witnessing many deaths, Sam himself took to the way of the blade. Although he was never formerly accepted into any army, he made his name known amongst the country side for his assassinations of many corrupt people. When he himself was patronized by his fellow villagers, Sam fled and began his life as a rogue assassin. He might as well have been deemed a pirate, but it sticks mainly to land.
Other: Rogue.
The Man From Outer Space
Name: Garnor Ezakiel
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Race: Dwarf
Appearance: Short, stands about 4'6". He wears heavy chainmail coloured gold and a full head helm. He has a full face beard reaching his chest and is bald. He is very muscular and has a large bent nose. His skin is heavily tanned.
Weapon/s: A two handed double sided-battle axe. (gold)
History: As a dwarf from a rich background, he has always had anything he could ask for. Growing up he took a liking to his father's battleaxe, a family heirloom, a double-bladed gold axe. He trained vigorously simply to be able to lift it, and even moreso to simply swing it. When he reached the age of 25 his mother died, and his father saddened greatly, gave his fortune to Garnor, and left to live elsewhere in the mountain. Garnor at the time enjoying the sudden increase in wealth, had gold chainmail made for him. 4 days after it's completion, the Great Fire struck, and he fled his city, heading to Durgin.
Other: His family is considered nobles, so is some distant relation to the current royalty.
Aliath
Why do you constantly remake the same role-plays, over and over again?
Genisily
Name: Larz ( was never given a last name)
Age: 23 (In appearance) 250 (real age)
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Appearance: Black hair, pointy ears, pale skin, blue eyes, wears archer clothing.
Weapon/s: Elfin Bow, Has the power to make things out of matter itself (still learning more)
History: He was an abused child. he ran away at the age of 121. Larz was never taught how to fight until
he saw a small battle. He learned to use the Elfin magic that runs in his family. He met a man who made an elfin bow for him
and trained him.
Other: N/A
Leo Crimson
All accepted. smile.gif

1. For future reference, you can keep the history short.
2. Map uploaded.

Gonna start working on opening IC.

QUOTE (Fake II @ Sep 8 2009, 08:02 AM) *
Why do you constantly remake the same role-plays, over and over again?


Uh, define 'remake'.
Genisily
Are there other cities besides those you marked on the map cause it seems like you have a lot of land, but very few cities.
Aliath
QUOTE (Leo Crimson @ Sep 8 2009, 09:28 PM) *
All accepted. smile.gif

1. For future reference, you can keep the history short.
2. Map uploaded.

Gonna start working on opening IC.

QUOTE (Fake II @ Sep 8 2009, 08:02 AM) *
Why do you constantly remake the same role-plays, over and over again?


Uh, define 'remake'.


Same generic theme. Ripping off Tolkien species, with the same fantasy setting.

Don't you already have two or three others like that?
Leo Crimson
QUOTE (Fake II @ Sep 9 2009, 03:51 PM) *
Same generic theme. Ripping off Tolkien species, with the same fantasy setting.

Don't you already have two or three others like that?


A few; I'm trying to come up with different plots for each of them.

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Are there other cities besides those you marked on the map cause it seems like you have a lot of land, but very few cities.


I'll probably add a few more in the future; if you've got ideas, please share them with me. smile.gif

IC: The garrison at Gar were on the alert after they were given an alert by another patrol that some Verranian forces were on the move. Since then, battalions were stationed at either end of the small dwarven area, ready to give an alert in case humans came. Watching them from the highest tower of Gar, Ambassador Fincham of the Elven Isles felt worried as he gazed at the country of Agoro. It’s hard to believe only 600 hundred dwarves stand between us and total war.

“Soldiers moving in!” shouted a lookout, pointing to the east. Gripping his bow tightly, Fincham moved to the eastern window, where one of the dwarven lieutenants was looking through a scope. “How many?”

“I’m guessing about 2000,” said the dwarf grimly. Lowering the device and grabbing his axe, he turned to the elf. “No offense or anything, but you should probably get back home before they strike. It’s best for King Leo and Lord Thron to have a heads-up on this.”

Nodding, Fincham turned to leave when he heard screams. Running down the stairs and onto a wall, he realized the Agorons had already attacked, showering the eastern battalion with arrows. Now charging forward, the imperial soldiers waved their blades around screaming, while the dwarves braced themselves for impact.

As the 2 sides met, it became a furious fight. Notching his bow, Fincham fired one directly in the heart of an Agoron. “Stand down, now!” he roared. But it seemed none heard him.

“More of them!” cried out another dwarf, pointing to the…west[/]? Confused, Fincham jogged down the wall, where he saw a stronger force of Verranians coming towards the city. [i]Not good, he thought, tossing aside the bow and drawing his blade.

Now fighting on 2 fronts, the dwarves were quickly losing, even though they had the upper ground and perfect sniping spots. The sheer anger of the Verran and Agoro soldiers for each other enabled them to fight stronger with a temper rivaling that of a dwarf. Realizing this, General Konick knew it was time to go.

“Abandon the city! Return to Durgin!” he yelled, smashing another Verranian with his axe. Scrambling for the ships on the north coast, the dwarves filled them up as much as possible, women and children first, then set sail after. Leaping into his own boat, Ambassador Fincham grabbed Konick by the collar and threw him in. Ordering his elven servants to row, he gazed back at Gar.

“The time is now. We’ll have to act together,” he said to Konick. Nodding in response, the dwarf looked sadly at the burning city.

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Listening to the news of the fallen garrison, Leo Crimson gave immediate orders to be sent to the Isles and Urghar. “Call up all available forces; we set sail for the Southern Continent in 2 days!” he shouted. Pacing back and forth across the throne room, Leo could not understand why both sides were suddenly so anxious for war. I thought Borus would have attacked Urghar first….I guess I was wrong.

“Koyglin!” said Leo loudly. Immediately, a dwarven aide was at his side. “Yes, sire?”

“Send messages to all the small towns and places possible. I want every mercenary, dwarf, elf, orc and freelance guy assembled on the east coast by tomorrow night. Understand?”

“I will do it, my king.” Watching his man scurry off, Leo turned and headed for the armoury on the western side of the room. It was going to be a long day for everyone.

OOC: For all of you guys who aren’t part of any specific nation, just say you heard about the news of the attack from one of the nearby unmarked towns or cities.
Aliath
If you want different plots, make new characters.
Genisily
OoC: Am I with you Leo or In the forest somewhere?
Scorpion
Just think of something yourself.

If you don't mind, Leo, I'm going to just wait a little while 'til I think of a good character form.
Genisily
Ic: Larz went through the forest. Its quiet...too quiet. He kept his guard on and never got caught off guard.
He saw that it was getting dark. Better find a spot to stay for the night. He walked near a tree that was large enough to
cover his body and belongings. He made a fire out of the broken wood around him. Then he heard a rustle.
"Who's there?" Larz asked. Nobody answered. He continued on building his campsite. Later on, clouds formed above him and
rain started to pour. Just what i need, rain.
Leo Crimson
QUOTE (Scorpion @ Sep 10 2009, 07:51 PM) *
Just think of something yourself.

If you don't mind, Leo, I'm going to just wait a little while 'til I think of a good character form.


OOC: Yeah, that's fine with me.

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If you want different plots, make new characters.


I might try and focus on other characters other than the normal Leo Crimson.

IC: Around the world, in Urghar and the Elven Isles, messages were being delivered to many of the cities and small towns calling for military service. Most of the elves accepted it without question, knowing the distastrous consequences that could occur if the conflict was allowed to leave the continent. The dwarves did likewise, though they mainly volunteered to protect their homes; however, the orcs questioned themselves and their leaders of why they were fighting alongside Durgin and the Isles. However, Lord Grok was adamant: we fight with them because they will do the same for us, he said firmly in Kunk.

Although no armies had been marshaled yet, Leo was informed by Fincham that the situation had gotten worse. Agoro forces had taken control of the fortress and were pushing back Verranians deep into their own territory, and the number of casualties was growing....fast. We don't have much time. Thinking tactically, Leo sent Fincham and another orc back to their nations to inform their leaders that the attack would have to start in 3 days. If not, Agoro or Verran would fall to the other.

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Inside the now deserted mine, a small crevice in the wall began to open, but creating no disturbance above. When it was about 6 ft long and wide, a black robed figure came out. Gazing around, the figure moved silently towards one of the exits.
Mentality
Name: Revelyn
Age: 25 (in appearance) 259 (actual years)
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Appearance: Long light brown hair in a ponytail, fur boots, leather body, leather chaps, black quiver to hold arrows, gold necklace, fur gloves, about 6"2, slim figure, green eyes.
Weapon/s: Brown yew long bow, steel arrows, short steel blade
History: Revelyn was born in the Elven Isles but wasn't interested in pledging his allegiance to them, so instead he became a pirate and started his own crew. He now roams around the sea and to different places to rob others. After hearing news about a war breaking out, he decides to travel to Durgin with his crew to see what's going on.
Other: Although Revelyn may be more likely to help his own kind (elves) he ultimately is in it for himself, and will turn on anyone at any time for the right price.
Leo Crimson
QUOTE (Mentality @ Sep 10 2009, 11:07 PM) *
Name: Revelyn
Age: 25 (in appearance) 259 (actual years)
Gender: Male
Race: Elf
Appearance: Long light brown hair in a ponytail, fur boots, leather body, leather chaps, black quiver to hold arrows, gold necklace, fur gloves, about 6"2, slim figure, green eyes.
Weapon/s: Brown yew long bow, steel arrows, short steel blade
History: Revelyn was born in the Elven Isles but wasn't interested in pledging his allegiance to them, so instead he became a pirate and started his own crew. He now roams around the sea and to different places to rob others. After hearing news about a war breaking out, he decides to travel to Durgin with his crew to see what's going on.
Other: Although Revelyn may be more likely to help his own kind (elves) he ultimately is in it for himself, and will turn on anyone at any time for the right price.


OOC: Accepted. smile.gif

IC: Day 1 - Just after Midday

Walking along the roads of Durgin to the east, Leo watched as camps alongside the shore disassembled and their inhabitants began heading for the rendezvous point of the joint forces. Nodding in response to salutes given by multiple officers, the dwarf heard a few shouts to his right. Turning his head, Leo knew why. Grabbing a crossbow, he began firing bolts at the incoming pirate ship. "Stand to! Stand to!"

However, before most of the dwarves had gotten their hands on any weapon, the pirates fired arrows into the crowds, downing many. Automatically shielded by his bodyguards, Leo took careful aim and continued shooting away. 10 feet away, a group of dwarves set up a miniature catapult and hurled small rocks from the weapon, smashing into the ship. Eventually, the pirates were forced to retreat; as they turned, Leo noticed an insignia on the mast. Should have known.

"We have to move double time, men!" he shouted, already walking faster. "That ship was a Verranian agent, checking on the progress of our gathering. We can't afford to lose more time. Let's move it!"
Genisily
Ic: Larz woke up at mid-day. Must find the army. He rose from the ground and packed his things
quickly. This time, he didn't walk, he ran. Larz ran at incredible speed like the ground was just a figment
of his imagination. Then, he knew some people were following him. He turned around still running and saw
that 3 masked people were following him. Here we go. At lightning speed, Larz drew out his arrow
and shot three bullets so fast that not even a second past.
Leo Crimson
Day 1 - 2 hours after midday

Reaching the site of the river, Leo was amazed at how many people had turned up. Camps had been set up on both sides of the body of water, stretching to as far as the naked eye could see. Ships were at the shore, ready to allow soldiers to board and head for the continent. Unity may be a problem here, especially with the orcs. Pushing that aside, Leo proceeded to make a speech. Clambering on top of a boulder, the dwarf blew a horn for silence. When it had occurred, he cleared his throat.

"My fellow dwarves, elves and orcs! I thank you all for coming here today; you know for what reason. However, we must remember that all of us have come for the same task: to end the conflict that is occurring to the south. For this, we cannot afford to turn on each other. So let us fight together, and prepare." Looking at the sun, Leo did a quick calculation.

"We shall rest here for a few more days, then set off after more recruits, if any, arrive. Feel free to look around the island."
The Man From Outer Space
Garnor sat, listening to Leo's speech, leaning on his battleaxe. He began thinking about how he was related to this dwarf again, but his train of thought wandered. What would happen if the pressing armies did gain access the their capital. If the fight were right there. He probably couldn't think of anything else besides defending it. He smiled as he knew he'd probably go into a blind rage a just not stop until all that wished to opress him and his country were dead. Only, he would probably die before that. Better to die in battle than alone in a bed. He looked up and noticed Leo was already finished. Standing up, he hefted his axe and placed it on the complex holding device that had been constructed so he could carry the axe around on his back. He approached Leo.
"Sir? Anything in particular you might need help with? I'm sure there's something, I'm bored out of my mind here," he asked, hoping the King wasn't expecting a highness.
Leo Crimson
OOC: Time for some action.

IC: Turning to the person, Leo recognized him immediately, though it did not seem to be the same from the other side. This dwarf, whom the King recognized as a distant relative of some sort, was his cousin’s sister’s son or something. Now’s not the time for family talk.Smiling, Leo proceeded to answer his question. “Not right now, my friend. Just sit back and relax until we have to get going.”

Hearing another shout from one of the elven lieutenants, Leo began heading off, then paused and turned back. “By the way, you can just call me Leo. Besides, I’m sure something will happen soon…”

“Verranian ships, 1 and a half miles away!” shouted a lookout, whom was pointing to the ocean. Whirling back, the King looked to the south, where dozens of dozens of naval transports and ships with the banner of the green dragon were getting closer. Oh great…

“Stand to, men! Stand to!” shouted Leo as he grabbed his axe. Around him, dozens of other dwarves grabbed their own weapons or scrambled for the armoury. Already, the elves, whom looked rather grim at the current situation, were setting up ranks in the middle of the camp area, while the orcs moved up to front and lowered their pikes, gnashing their teeth. Canons were moved into place by the dwarves, whom laid the ammunition within as quickly as possible. All the remaining fighters grouped up into battalions of 30 and prepared to fight.

Once everybody was in place, Leo climbed onto the top of a small hill and gazed around. Everyone available was assembled, either waiting to fire or simply looking at the incoming ships. When their enemies were close enough…

“Fire!” roared the dwarf, swinging his axe forward. Arrow after arrow after cannonball after arrow went straight for the ships, either impaling their crew or smashing apart the structures. Yelling for everyone to fire at will, Leo ran to his tent and looked around. 2 of his bodyguards were still at their normal spots, but all his equipment was laid out. I love clockwork.

Grabbing a dwarf-sized bow and slinging on a quiver of arrows, Leo put his axe into a holder on his belt and ran back out. When he saw the naval transports beginning to approach the shore, the dwarf king notched his weapon. This is when it all starts.

Splash! Stepping back as the doors went down, the orcs roared and charged forward, attacking the Verranians. Aiming his weapon, Leo let loose an arrow and reached for another one. Near him, other snipers fired away, but were unable to stop the charge.

Powered by strength and honour, the Verranians smashed right through the formations of the orcs, pushing deep into the lines of the elves. Though they were still hugely outnumbered, the invaders were well-coordinated and worked together to push back. Armed naval ships fired cannonball after cannonball into the groups, smashing them apart and leaving huge gaps that were slowly filled up by Verranian soldiers.

This is not good at all, grimaced Leo as he reloaded his quiver. Ground soldiers held back most of the beach lines, but he could already see a squad heading to the west….right at his fellow dwarf. Firing an arrow desperately in what was an attempt to try and stop what would be a fatal attack, Leo yelled as loud as he could. “Kid, watch out!”
Luna
Hmm...I haven't been here for some time. Perhaps I should take a risk and make an application? Hello again, Leo!

Name: Luna (no surname to speak of)
Age: Late teen-age
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance: 5'4, rather skinny in a bony way, pale, with short, dirty blond hair and childishly large brown eyes. Luna wears male clothing, usually brown or brown-green, so at times she is mistaken for a young boy. She is usually seen carrying a leather satchel.
Weapon/s: Two iron daggers, hidden in her sleeves, are her handy-dandy weapons. (Hehe, I admit to going a bit odd, but...)
History: Luna grew up in Verran with her mother, who was a musician, but her mother died in childhood, and she was left to fend for herself.
Other: Luna is also a musician.
John Adams
Is magic allowed?

Name: John

Age: 16

Gender: Male.

Race: Elf.

Appearance: Average height for an elf. Long black hair, tied in a braid and tucked under the collar of his shirt. Either a shirt sleeved, or long sleeved, black shirt and long black pants. Piercing green-blue eyes that change slightly, reflecting his mood.

Weapon/s: Ruby, inlay and pulmal hilted, Katana. Magical powers, if allowed. Power over water and fire.

History: The Eldest Son of his family, John was expected to uphold his clan's reputation. In keeping with such expectations, he was given the best training in all manner of weaponry from the age of six. At the age of 14 he was allowed to pick the weapon he would be given special training in (archery, or sword). He chose the sword. Two months later he was shipped to the farest corner from the Elven kingdom. Which John found odd, as there was a renouned school much closer to where John lived. Two months later, John's power over fire was discovered. He was then shipped to a special school for the magically gifted. A year an a half later, a group of Orcs launched a surprise raid on the city where John's clan lived, burning the entire city to the ground. John's family was presumed deceased, although John never found out what really happened to his clan. When ews of the disaster reached John, John went back to search for his family. Before he was able to search for very long, war broke out. Not caring very much to take part in the conflict, John left the Elven lands for the Dwarven Lands. However, events conspired to change John's view on the war. He has decided to take part in the war, fighting against the Verranians.

Other: Grew up in a town by the coast. As a result of what he has experienced, John has no love for the war, but no true hate for it either.

Do you want me to add a personality for the character too?

Also, "Verranians" are the bad guys for this story?

~John
Leo Crimson
OOC: Both, accepted. Thank you for joining.

Hi, Luna. Glad to see you're back. smile.gif


Arr, I be demanding a post from Mfos.
Luna
Wonderful. I've been gone too long. Role-playing was something I missed sorely.

I'll post after a while, since I need to regain my bearings.
Trump Card
Name: Lance
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: He is tall and lanky. He has dark brown hair that falls down to his dark brown eyes. He wears blue robes with a blue cape.
Weapon/s: A Long range bow and arrow and a short sword and small shield
History: He was born from a wealthy nobles, but one day it all changed when he was 16 and his family was murdered and his future title was taken. But even though he is upset about the murderer, he doesn't want revenge.
Other: He still acts like a noble even though he has lost it all.
The Man From Outer Space
QUOTE (Leo Crimson @ Sep 29 2009, 06:33 AM) *
OOC: Both, accepted. Thank you for joining.

Hi, Luna. Glad to see you're back. smile.gif


Arr, I be demanding a post from Mfos.


Sorry man, been on holidays for the past week smile.gif

Btw, in the last part of that post, you say, "Kid watch out..." I presume thats me... forgive me and discard the post if it's not. I'm feeling pretty sick so...

IC:

Garnor was shouting orders and swinging his axe frantically trying to thin the lines. In the middle of all the melee combat an arrow came flying over his head. He turned around and noticed Leo shouting at him. He couldn't make out what he was saying, but his point was obvious enough. Garnor turned back around and saw what the King had pointed at. An attack on their west flank would crush the army.
"From the west! They are trying to flank us. DEFEND!"
Garnor charged at the attacking squad, and was shortly followed by some stationed orcs and dwarves. Leaping into the first in line, Garnor cut the first Verranian from the shoulder down through his stomach. Heaving his axe around, he spun and hacked into the side of another. Within seconds, the orcs and dwarves had joined the fray and another battle emerged seperate from the main one. He also noticed that in order to defend the west flank, he had left a fairly large gap into which Verranians were already pouring, putting them in-between two armies. A place Garnor really didn't want to be. He could see the squad's morale slipping, and he needed something to boost it, and quickly. Still swinging and hacking, Garnor began forming a defensive position known as the box. It is known to be excellent at defending, although not actually killing more of the enemy, ensuring your own army stays alive long enough for backup, which is exactly what he wanted right now. Sending out an elf, he found, he requested immediate backup. Looking back up where Leo was before, he noticed he was gone. Whether he did or didn't know the predicament Garnor was in, he wasn't sure, but what he needed right now, was a large squad to help him out.

OoC:

OK, I got a really bad headache, and such, so my post is short and sweet. I'll be making an RP tommorrow, if any of you guys know much about W40K, you'll probably catch on pretty quick. Anyway, bye for now, not forever.
Rene
This rp really reminds me of Lotr for some reason.

I can't help it. bleh.gif
Aliath
QUOTE (Rene @ Oct 3 2009, 10:57 AM) *
This rp really reminds me of Lotr for some reason.

I can't help it. bleh.gif


That, and all of Leo's rps.
Leo Crimson
QUOTE (Trump Card @ Oct 2 2009, 08:00 PM) *
Name: Lance
Age: 17
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Appearance: He is tall and lanky. He has dark brown hair that falls down to his dark brown eyes. He wears blue robes with a blue cape.
Weapon/s: A Long range bow and arrow and a short sword and small shield
History: He was born from a wealthy nobles, but one day it all changed when he was 16 and his family was murdered and his future title was taken. But even though he is upset about the murderer, he doesn't want revenge.
Other: He still acts like a noble even though he has lost it all.


OOC: Accepted, Bone. Thanks for joining. smile.gif

QUOTE
That, and all of Leo's rps.


Yes, you're right, I can never think of anything original. tongue.gif


Which is actually bad, to be honest.... closedeyes.gif

IC: While the younger dwarf had been helping his small group fend off the surprise flank, Leo was moving as quickly as he could to the same position. Running into an elven messenger that needed reinforcements right away, Leo called forth 2 small battalions of dwarves and sprinted to the area of the conflict. Seeing the Verranians closing in on his friend's squad, the king raised his axe. "To our comrades!"

Roaring in agreement, the dwarves crashed right into the lines of Verran, splitting them apart. Hacking away as fast and as furiously as possible, Leo somehow got to the other side of the flank, the side where the trapped troops were. Finding himself beside the dwarf, Leo spoke quickly while defending against a powerful mace.

"You know, you never told me your name. What is it, again?"
mages pone
dang it's been some time since my last rp

Name:Telleo Roses
Age:19 (in appearance) 200 (actual years)
Gender:female
Race:elves
Appearance:Long blond hair in a ponytail, fur boots, light shirt, leather chaps, quiver to hold arrows, fur gloves, about 5"9, slim figure, and dreamy blue eyes
Weapon(s): a good ol hard yew longbow with 1 dagger sheathed on a belt, and another concieved in her sleve, although she can use a sword (kind of)
History:Telleo was abandoned at 16 by her parents when they decided that life as a regular elf did not fit them and therefore left her in the city as a orphan
Other: Although the orphanage didn't want her to train as a archer, one day Telleo ran away and enlisted for the army.
Trump Card
IC:Lance was causally walking up a large hill just thinking. What am I thinking I shouldn't have responded to the request. I'm not the class of fighter anyone is looking for. Plus I hate the fact that the only way to end fighting is by killing. But, I can not turn back now and be a coward who returned back even before he got there. Even before the going gets tough.

Lance then heard the unmistakable sound of steel colliding and warrior's battle cries. He ran up the rest of the hill to find the death everywhere he turned he looked for any dwarves that needed help. He found them, but unfortunately they were on the other side of the battlefield. "Well this makes things... difficult." Lance said as he watched the battle and then turned and walked the long way around the battle trying to avoid being spotted by any hostiles.
The Man From Outer Space
Wow, sorry guys. I'll be lucky to finish this. Reckon I got the swine flu... Been throwing up all yesterday... Anyway, I'll see what I can do...

IC:
Garnor began getting anxious. His squad, which wasn't all that big to begin with, was getting smaller... and smaller. Running out of time and morale, he broke the box defence apart and ordered to begin fighting back through the Verranian squad that had squeezed between them. Just as Garnor began hitting the first Veran he noticed Leo burst through further down towards the beach. Garnor ran back into the heart of his squad which, now, due to the breaking of the box, was again filled with combat. He noticed Leo beside him.
"You know, you never told me your name. What is it, again?"
"Ahh, Leo, nice to see you."
Garnor swung his axe, sinking into a nearby Veran and spraying blood all over the lower part of Garnor's chainmail...
"Arr... That'll be a bugger to get out now!"
He kicked the Veran off his axe and turned backed up to Leo again.
"It's Garnor, sir. You're a sight for sore eyes Leo. We'd have been killed if you hadn't shown up."
A cannonball exploded into sand a few meters from Garnor, sending him blind to the ground. Struggling to his feet, through falling sand and blurry vision he managed to roll out of the way of a beserking Verranian swinging a huge sword at him.
"Why do these guys always go for me?" he mumbled, "and I never seem to be in good condition when they do either..."
Still on the ground, Garnor parried a strike then moved his head just in enough time for the sword to miss it. It sunk deep in the sand and cut shallowly into his shoulder. Wincing, Garnor kicked the beserker away and he lost grip on his sword, and fell backwards. Garnor jumped up at his first chance, and, heaving his axe over his shoulder sunk it into the chest of the Veran. Blood spurted out in a small fountain and Garnor removed his axe quickly. Turning around, he noticed he was slightly out of the main brawl, and somewhat alone in a large group of Verranians. Backpedalling to the group, now wounded, and fighting less efficent, he received several more cut and bruises along his arm with one quick sword strike actually nicking his cheek. He was once again back in with his squad when he tripped on fallen soldiers and fell backwards. His axe fell and Garnor hit his head... hard. Now concussed, he looked around, sound echoing and there was a loud ringing in his ears. Reaching out for it, his hand fell on a hilt, but he picked it up, and it was merely a sword. Now glancing around more frantically. He looked over to see another beserking picking it up.
"No... No... Don't do that... Please... DAMMIT!"
Garnor grabbed the sand and pushed off, hands full of sand. He charged at the beserker and when he was close enough, he threw it at the Veran's face, but it fell short. Throwing the other with more success, he hit the beserker square in the stomach with his shoulder, winding and sending the large man sprawling. He punched him several times around the temple area, at which he finally fell unconcious. Garnor grabbed his axe, now exhausted, and lay beside the man. Puffing badly, his cuts were finally starting to bleed him out. Unable to move, his axe on top of him, he tried to push it off, but couldn't. Now aware his reinforced squad was finally starting to take back the flank, he decided to lay there, certain someone would find him eventually.

OoC:
Bit longer than I expected. Umm... Leo, btw, I re-read the Rp to find out what race Verranians primarily were and found this:
QUOTE
Verran

Formally known as the Verran Republic, this nation of humans has always been on the side of allowing all races to join together in a peaceful, world government. Currently locked in a diplomatic war with Agoro, the President of Verran prefers to settle disagreements over talks, not war.


huh.gif huh.gif
Daimonius
I think I'm going to join this RP, but I'm too lazy to read up on it. Anyone care to give me a quick summary?
Trump Card
As Lance began run through the woods he noticed a small shine in farther in the woods. Lance quickly recognized it and ducked under a sword swung by a large human. Lance quickly hit the hilt of the opponent's sword as he dropped it on the ground. He then smashed the helmet of the human with his hilt and the human fail hard and out cold. Lance then saw three other enemies charging in on his position he took a half step back in nervousness. Lance closed his eyes and suddenly a flashback appeared in his mind.
Flashback
It was only two years ago when him and his father were training with the other soldiers. His father looked at him and said. "Listen son, when you fight alone you no longer have someone to back you up. Thus you must see your own flaws and spot theirs and learn how to use them to protect your flaws."
"But dad, I'm not good at fighting." Lance said looking at the ground.
"No son, you may not be good, but listen to your heart. Your blood is strong and when the time comes it will show itself. Plus your only thing that can hold you back is what you think holds you back." His father said lifting Lance's chin so they were eye to eye.
"You think." Lance said.
"I promise," his father said with a smile.
End of Flashback
Lance took a step froward his opponents charging at him. He then jumped up over one of the opponents sword slashes and then kicked him in the gut and landed on the ground with a roll out of another slice. He then kicked the guy in the shins and then his opponent fell he slammed the hilt of his sword in guys chest. With all three of them down only one was left he was the smallest and he tried to swing his sword at Lance. Lance skillfully deflected the attack and then spin kicked the person in the shin. As he tried to get up Lance sword to his throat.
"Please, please spare me." The guy stammered out.
Lance lowered his sword and said. "Remember the mercy I showed you and tell it to your friends and allies and make sure you spare the ones you defeated."

The Man From Outer Space
Not much to summarize... erm...

Gar was attacked and lost, King Leo ordered an army to assemble to defend Durgin, Leo gave a very small speech somewhere on the coast of Durgin, where everyone was gathering, which was then attacked randomly by Verranians cause they don't want us to kill them. Right now, Garnor and Leo are fighting in the middle of that, Trump Card is... somewhere, not really sure... and Genisily is well, in the forest somewhere, I presume he is on Durgin? Yes? No? Not really sure.

Seriously, I think that about sums it all up. All I know is that you could join now and run in with a squad screaming something about killing Verranians and no-one would even bat and eyelid at you.
Daimonius
Hmmmm. I want to create a mysterious kind of character, maybe a Whisper class kind of person (those who played Fire Emblem: Radiant Dawn will know what I'm talking about). Anyways, he'd be someone who doesn't lift a finger to help anyone if it doesn't help him somehow, but when he does move he's a force to be reckoned with. He'd also be a loner, a lone wolf if you will, not really eager to join the army. However, he would have some inside knowledge of what's going on.

Meh.

Leo, what do you think? Would it fit?
Leo Crimson
Hey, it's Deimos! Good to see you again. biggrin.gif

That kind of character could work well with the plot. While the battles are going on in the continents, somebody could be watching from the shadows and randomly offer to help. Then it goes on and on...

Feel free to make an app. happy.gif
mages pone
blasted am i accepted
Daimonius
QUOTE (Leo Crimson @ Oct 6 2009, 11:16 PM) *
Hey, it's Deimos! Good to see you again. biggrin.gif

Yarr, it's me, though with a slightly different name. Nice to see you again, too. happy.gif

As for my application

Name: Reginleif (real name unknown, it is what she calls herself)
Age: Early thirties (or appears to be)
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Appearance: She's quite tall for a woman (about 1.8 meters). She has long black hair, with part of it combed over the right side of her face, covering her right eye. The one eye that is visible is a very bright blue colour. She dresses in black as well, wearing a long black hooded cloak which she can wear as a coat. Underneath, she wears a metal plate body crafted from a strange black metal, under this, she wears a leather black skirt. On her arms are various wide bracelets with runic symbols on it. (I kind of styled her look after Xena, remember her? tongue.gif )
Weapon(s): Reginleif carries a set of throwing knives strapped to her thigh. On her waist is a thin short sword (or a long dagger, if you will). She uses her hands and feet to fight as well.
History: Throughout the Five Nations' histories, reports can be found about a mysterious woman appearing to offer her help in times of crisis, seemingly at random, though always siding with those who would bring peace. She only introduces herself as 'Reginleif' and after doing her job, she disappears again. Reports of her appearances span hundreds of years. No one knows if it is always the same person or if it's just the name that's passed on.
Other: Reginleif is an acoomplished fighter, capable of wielding all kinds of weapons. She prefers silent, stealthy weapons best (her throwing knives). She is also a skilled martial artist.

Not trying to god-mode here or anything. wink.gif
Leo Crimson
OOC: Nice app, accepted. happy.gif

QUOTE
blasted am i accepted


Sorry, I forgot about you. Yes, you're in. wink.gif

QUOTE
Formally known as the Verran Republic, this nation of humans has always been on the side of allowing all races to join together in a peaceful, world government. Currently locked in a diplomatic war with Agoro, the President of Verran prefers to settle disagreements over talks, not war.


There's more to it than you know....

IC: Seeing Garnor fall after a fierce hand-to-hand fight with a Verranian, Leo hacked away at his current opponent before rushing over to his newfound friend. Feeling his pulse, the king immediately called for 2 other dwarves to retrieve a stretcher. Standing up, he protected his relative from all other attackers.

Once he had been carried away to safety, Leo returned to the fray of fighting. Suddenly, he heard multiple booms and explosions. "They're using cannons!" somebody screamed. Cursing under his breath, the dwarf ran back to the main camp to give orders.

"Arm and man all of the trebuchets! Drive those ships back!" he roared.

-------------------------------------

At the field hospital, which was to the far north of the main camp, the 2 dwarves lay the stretcher with Garnor on it lightly. One of them immediately reached for medicine and bandages; the other felt Garnor's pulse. "Sir, how are you holding out?"
Trump Card
The guy nodded slowly. Lance then said. "Good now I must be off." Lance then began running past the front lines and made it to the other side. He then looked around and saw the small field hospital. Lance ran to it and said. "Does anyone know were Leo is? I got a letter telling of this attack and I decided I must be present and try to land a hand." Lance looked over and saw all the injured men and he instantly felt sick.
The Man From Outer Space
IC:
Garnor slipped in and out of consioucness as they carried him back to the medical bay. On arival, he was dizzy and going deaf.
"Sir, how are you holding out."
Garnor's head was spinning, and he was starting to cough up bits of blood.
"Yeh, umm, not to good... I was... uhhhh..."
Garnor could already feel the little bits of string he associated with stitches worming through his skin. The pain was like an anesthetic itself, and he couldn't remember doing much. After the main cuts were sealed up, they began bandaging and then Garnor finally blacked out.


He awoke to find one of the medics pouring water over his forehead, and he sat upright. The medic pushed him back down.
"You have to stay here. You're nowhere near well enough to join them."
"What? Crap, I feel fine."
He sat up again, and could feel a sharp pain in his left leg.
"See?" he flinched.
The medic stared at him, "Sir, obviously, none of us here are capable, or insane enough to try to stop you if you wish to leave, but it would be stupid."
"Oh well. Sometimes, people just do these things."
The medic continued staring at him.
"What? Fine, I'll just watch. You happy now."
The medic look shocked, "What else would you do if you left here? You weren't seriously considering actually fighting again were you?"
"No, no. Of course not, now get out of my way."
Garnor stood up, but his leg buckled and the medic caught him. He looked at the medic.
"I'll just find a comfy seat and a drink, and I should be fine!"
He stood up and began walking outside.

OoC:
I'm actually ahead of you now Leo, so you need to post to catch up. My blackout can be considered one of your posts.
Demutig_wind
If applications are still open

Name:Heifenburg
Age:54
Gender:Male
Race:Human
Appearance:Wears a lot of silks and jewels since he is very rich and flaunts it. Has a peppered beard outlined with silver and a flawless complexion. Stands at 6'1
Weapon/s: Carries an ornamental Ruby arming sword. But actually lets his guards do all the fighting, his main weapon is straight up bribery.
History: He was a slave at one point in his life, he doesn't talk about it much. But in his escape he committed many terrible deeds and enjoyed it. Harbors a hatred towards elves for some reason but not openly to his guard Shar'ia.
Other: Travels with two guards called simply Left and Right.

Name:Shar'ia(Left)
Age:16
Gender:Female
Race:Elf
Appearance:She is very young with no chest to speak of. Wears silken battle dresses bought for her by Heifenburg, all are her favorite color blue. She wears her hair long and loose, wrapping it around her front in battle to keep it out of the way. Stands at 5'10
Weapon/s: Carries a heavy quarterstaff as her weapon. It is tipped on both ends with Topaz.
History: She has pretty poor relations with her family since a childhood affair and subsequent unning away. Her rapidly maturing mind,body and advanced intellect is to blame.In her young, inexperienced and emotionally immature state shortly after running away she met Heifenburg who easily manipulated her into coming with him, where she soon became his guard.
Other: She guards Heifenburg's left flank.

Name:River(Right)
Age:31
Gender:Male
Race:Orc
Appearance:Not the ugliest orc ever, when he wears his hat he is almost presentable. Wears a Red Beret and red dyed steel plate armor. Stands at an embarrassingly short 5'7.
Weapon/s: He wields gauntlets with razor edged knuckles baptized in poison. He uses Pugilism to fight.
History: He is just a lone killer for hire, used part of a larger force that got slaughtered. Works for Heifenburg because the pay is better then good.
Other: He guards Heifenburg's Right Flank.
mages pone
first post i suppose

IC: Telleo was running away silently from the main army. She was sick of army procedures. rock like things that they call biscuits, and she didn't even want to start on the water. This was not what she bargained for when she joined the army, she expected a good diet, and at least decent living conditions. but no her hopes have been crushed in a minute.

Up ahead, Telleo spotted a guard, and stealithly moving around, when he turned his back she leaped up and took him out cold.

Telleo thought"freedom".
The Man From Outer Space
Demutig, I think it's only two apps p/person. Not sure but you should probably consider which one who want the least.

Leo, still awaiting a post. It's only been a few hours but hey, its the weekend! Where art thou?
Daimonius
IC: Right when the dwarf was about to leave the tent, two slender hands, gloved in black leather, pushed open the canvas. Garnor stopped in his tracks. A woman wearing a black cloak which covered her entire body, obscuring her face in the shadows with a black hood, graciously strode into the tent. Garnor and the doctors present seemed paralysed and could do nothing but gaze at this strange new arrival.

The woman stopped right in front of Garnor. Slowly, she lifted up her arms to remove her hood. As she raised her arms, Garnor caught a glimpse of what was underneath the cloak. She was wearing metal armor, but it seemed strange. As a dwarf, Garnor thought he knew all metals that existed in the world, but he had never seen something like what this woman was wearing. He didn't have long to ponder about this. She had removed her hood and lowered her arms again, and the cloak once again covered everything. Garnor looked up at the woman's face.

As his eyes met hers, he uncontrollably gasped for air. There was something about her. She had a pale skin, yet her hair was dark, black even. The long hair reached about halfway down her back and the way she wore it obscured her right eye from view. The visible eye was an unearthly light-blue and he saw no sign of warmth or feelings in it, all he saw was coldness. Then, she spoke, with an equally unearthly voice:

"I cannot allow you to return to the battlefield, Ezakiel."

As if she could read the dwarf's mind, she continued:

"Yes, I know who you are, Garnor Ezakiel, wielder of the golden mail. I also know of the blood that flows through your veins and that it must be protected, should king Crimson fall. The royal line must survive."

OoC: Meh, I kinda expect TMFOS to act like a generic dwarf and head into battle anyway. She would then accompany and protect you tongue.gif
Luna
QUOTE (Daimonius @ Oct 11 2009, 02:26 AM) *
OoC: Meh, I kinda expect TMFOS to act like a generic dwarf and head into battle anyway. She would then accompany and protect you tongue.gif


Your character reminds me of someone in the Lord of the Rings, but I can't pinpoint who (forgive me, I'm not a J.R.R. Tolkein fan and I haven't read much of his collection of books) or she might just be a randomly Tolkein-esque character that talks like a Elven lord or a wizard.


Right now I'm trying to get this huge writer's block in this role-play off me, so I can participate. Please don't kill off my character before I start!
The Man From Outer Space
Lol. Sweet, a personal protector. Interesting entrance Daimonius.

IC:
Garnor, still light-headed, was not sure whether he was shocked, dumbfounded, or still suffering from a concussion. He looked away, rubbed his eyes and looked back, but the woman was still there.
"Interesting. May I ask who you are, are why you are so concerned with my wellbeing. You would be the first in a long time."
Garnor knew this was no ordinary person, but he refused to show signs weakness to a potential enemy.

OoC:
When I picture your char I swear I see this (without the large ears [dunno if that's the effect you were hoping for, but that's just the image that came to mind])
Daimonius
QUOTE (The Man From Outer Space @ Oct 11 2009, 12:09 PM) *
OoC:
When I picture your char I swear I see this (without the large ears [dunno if that's the effect you were hoping for, but that's just the image that came to mind])


OoC: Wow, that's more or less what I was going for, yeah, minus the ears and the blue skin, obviously, (oh yeah, and Reginleif wears a cloak to cover up her armor), but still, it's pretty accurate. Weird. huh.gif

IC: "You may call me Reginleif," the woman answered, "and I don't care about you. I apologise if you believed the contrary. What I care about is the continuation of the Dwarven royal line. This army needs to fulfil its purpose and to accomplish that, it needs its commanders. You, a relative to the Dwarven King, are next in line to command this vast army, should he fall in battle."

Reginleif tilted her head, as if she was listening to a faint sound. Then she nodded once, then turned her attention back to the dwarf and said:

"We must go. The battle rages on and if we stay here and do nothing, the army will fall. Come with me."

Leaving Garnor even more confused, she turned on her heels and started to move outside. As she walked forward, she reached for the pin that kept her cloak together. She pulled it loose, causing the cloak to fall to the floor. Without even stopping, she used the pin to bundle her hair into a ponytail. She halted and turned back towards Garnor, who could now see all of her armor. A strange kind of power seemed to be emanating from every square inch of black metal, but he was unsure exactly what it was. Besides a set of throwing knives and a small sword, she didn't seem to carry any weapons, yet Garnor was sure that this Reginleif was much more dangerous than she appeared to be. There was a certain aura about her that oozed with raw, untamed power, ready to be unleashed on those unfortunate enough to cross her. As the woman spoke to him once more, he was barely able to concentrate on what she said.

"..ease Ezakiel, come with me."
Trump Card
The medic nodded and said. "He probably is still in the field fighting. But if you could, could you make sure he doesn't do anything to rash."
Lance just nodded and ran out to the battle almost running into a figure in a dark cloak(Yes that is you Daimonius). He just ignored him and kept on running to the battle. What he saw made him feel even worse everywhere in front of him was death. He felt sick to the stomach and he then pulled his arrow back and prepared to fire it at one of the enemies, but he just couldn't do it. "Why can not fire. They're the enemy and must be killed, but I, just can't." He then lowered his bow and looked at the ground and then said. "I just can't. But if I unarm them and knock them out cold they'll live, maybe prisoners for life or giving death, but not with my hands." He then ran to battle with his blade.
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