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READING PROLOGUE IS OPTIONAL, HOWEVER THIS DOES CONTAIN INFORMATION ABOUT THE BEGINNING OF THE WAR AND OTHER VITAL PIECES OF INFORMATION!
The sky was lit up with beautiful light blues, reds, and everything in-between: Purple, orange, silver, and thousands of other colors creating a beautiful canvas; nothing was comparable to this, the world had never seen anything like it, but they marveled it for the seven days that it hovered overhead - growing closer with each passing day. It was like a star or comet ripping through the atmosphere, a masterpiece that the gods themselves had single-handedly placed in the sky; on the seventh day, the ’Celestial Star’ had blocked out the sun, moon, and the light blue sky, the world had succumbed to darkness; the stars fell from the sky, and the Earth broke into two, judgment day had finally come forth.
The sky rained fire and Earth’s armies ravaged, that is when they came through a portal that reached for the heavens, a portal of unknown origin or stature - some believed it to be the door that lead to the other side. That is when his armies stormed through, armored in coal-black steel and outfitted with their spears, axes, and sheathed swords, some on foot while others rode armored midnight-black steeds, they came legion by legion, until finally large black wings broke through the portal; from it was produced a nightmarish black dragon, with a king of endless legions riding on its back.
He had beautiful, fine ebony colored hair that naturally flowed down his back, - it would of touched the ground if standing - and yellowish-brown pools that made it easy for one to get lost in. By any standards his pale completion and stone-hard features were only comparable to the gods that made birth to this world that we live in. He wore a jet-black, gold laced, open coat that fit his very tall, lean figure, his collar folded back neatly and his cuffs rolled up, he was divine. He wore very tight black pants and boots, and a belt made from the hides of the such mighty beasts as the one he flew; a button up, V collared white undershirt and a black tucked in vest, his wardrobe was on of significance.
He stood to his feet and jumped off his scaled ally, two large dragon-like wings sprouting from his back as he landed on the ground as graceful as a bird, reverting his gazes to his enemies. Earth tried to fight back with all its fury, but the greatest of Earth’s cities fell that night, and war had now engulfed the planet. A monster from a world beyond this one, used his strengths to open a rift in between the verses, and began his trek for domination with us! Not a man would stand a chance with such a powerful being, a being that could travel in-between worlds and go against all odds.
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Played by Mæstro
Unsheathing my blade, I cut down all who stood in my way, from strong to weak, I watched as they all fell to their knees before me, cowering and begging me to spare their lives - I was not so merciful. Hoards tried to consume me but hundreds fell before me, not a man on this measly planet bared the strength to bring an end to my tyranny. I had long wasted away in my home world, ruling with a fist of iron and slowly watching my armies build, only then I realized the power that I had bared no ending - I would extend my reign over the cosmos. Just as I began to easily pick off warrior after warrior, one man… or I should say woman stood tall to give me the challenge that I egged for.~
Nes'ta ran forward with the rest of the large group, many races mixed into the army that had gathered in order to fight the thing that had arrived to take over their home. Their world. Earth. It was hard to comprehend what had happened in the short span of time this thing had shown up, but her and her kind lived for fighting and when they had been called upon they joined faster then any other race had. Valkyries they were called, a race of warrior women who used magic just as much as they did their melee weapons or their hands to fight and kill, and Nes'ta was the best fighter they had, leading the charge down the large, long battlefield that both of the armies had gathered on. It was the largest patch of open land that could be found anywhere, and the thundering sound that erupted from the hundreds upon thousands of feet hitting the ground at the same time as the two large armies drew ever closer to each other, thousands of voices, screaming out their rage, battle lust, and fear. All of them ready to die for their cause. All of them an experienced fighter in some way, shape, or form.
As they drew closer Nes'Ta leapt into the air, her once normal iron broadsword suddenly becoming imbued with electricity, as she came down, the iron boots of her armor glowing a light purple. She landed far ahead of the others, smashing into the ground right at the front ranks of the army that they had all been advancing on, sending many of them flying as energy exploded out from her, already badly injuring many of the soldiers that had been close to her. She then spun her sword, letting out a scream as she sunk her blade into the chest cavity of the closest man, spinning and instantly lopping the head off another one. She ducked under one blade and shoved the tip of it up under the chin of the man who had swung at her, then severed the legs off another man before crushing his skull with her boot. She smashed her shield into the face of the next man who came close, opening her mouth and letting out a stream of fire that lit the ground and the warriors close to her on fire, many of them flailing wildly and catching more men on ablaze.
Played by OniIgnasha
It was at that time that the rest of the army that had been running with Nes'Ta showed up, crashing into the ranks of soldiers that had turned to enclose around the Valkyrie that had so boldly jumped into the fray and had started to slaughter those that were courageous enough to approach her. Her armor had a few dings and dents, but was otherwise not in anyway an imperfection on her armor. Even as she continued to cut threw the ranks of the men that threw themselves at her, clearly willing to die for the cause they fought for, they underestimated the one figure who they thought would be nothing more than an easy kill. They fell by threes and fours even as she advanced forward, the throngs of men pushing forward and falling by her blade and astounding magical abilities, leaving a long trail of dead and dying people in her wake. The longer she fought, the more she seemed to want, blood soon covering the dark gold of her iron armor.
By the time she was half way through the large army, she was surrounded by a wide-circle of nervous warriors, looking for an opening so they could get in and claim the kill of the one that was clearly spurring on so many. What they could not see was thousands of others like her cutting similar paths through the bodies and leaving heaps and mounds of them behind before they moved on to kill more. Nes'Ta spun in a small circle, a grin on the lips of her painted face, the helmet hiding her eyes from view but the malice that emanated from her was enough to keep them back for now. When they did not move in closer she let out a loud scream, raising her blade before slamming it into the ground and causing the ground under the men to topple away and suck them down before it returned to normal, blood oozing to the surface.
Nes'Ta turned to face the leader, only a small group of men standing before her and blocking her movement to him. She took in a deep breath and raced at him, her blade held to the side and the speed in which she ran making the iron hum in a sound that was almost demoniacally evil in and of itself. She took a swing and began to exchange blows with each man, her blade ringing of their own, or their armor. But in the end each one fell without doing much damage to the magical armor that was worn by the ruthless and clearly blood thirty Valkyrie. She was covered and dripping with blood, her hand still gripping tightly the blade that had already cut through to many.~
I kept cutting down everyone who stood in my way, my sword swinging for mens necks, and plunging through their stomaches - I was annihilating them as fast as I could. I was not the one to play around, I liked to handle things quickly, my opponents would be cut down with ease - even for a dominator of worlds, I didn't care for foreplay. In time I let my men do their work, returning to the back of the my scaled friend, watching from overhead as my army was slowly cut in two... by a woman! She was destroying them one by one, creating a large destructive path right towards me; I found it mildly amusing that she was so confident, because when and if she went up against me, I would quickly dispatch her. This world seemed so cocky unlike most, but they would soon learn who was in control.
In time I grew so amused, I jumped back down and unsheathed my blade for a second time, waiting patiently for the woman to make it to me - I was very eager to kill her now, especially after all the trouble she had caused my men. "Valkyrie..." I growled under my breath, curling up my fingers into a fist and grinning when she stopped in front me, panting - both her blade and her armor stained with blood, turning me on even more. "Such a cocky little bitch... you think you're so tough... a woman." I scowled, the thought of a woman in battle disgusted me.
"It will be a pleasure killing you..." Raising an eyebrow, I swung my sword to only meet hers, causing me to scowl once more, "You'll need more than that to defeat me." I decided to put away the magic and only focus on the blade, I could kill her now without breaking a sweat, but why not have a little fun for once? I produced another sword and smirked, "I could just kill you with one word, but instead, I might as well have a little honor for once. We focus on nothing more than the blade, no interferences, just you and me." My voice was raised when I swung yet again, both blades coming down on her at the same time.~
Nes'ta blocked his first attack easily, listening to his hurtful words that only rolled off her armor like the blood that was starting to dry and cling to the iron. She could not help but smile, wondering why he hated a woman in battle so much, when clearly she was so good at killing the men he thought better then her. She never once kidded herself that she could beat him, but if she could wound him enough before she died than someone else could step in and take her place, than all would be well. She raised her sword and blood spattered shield, banging the blade against the curved metal of the outside. Not a word did she say to the overlord before her, not a word would she utter until she thought it necessary. He was evil and needed to die, that is all she knew.
His next attack came with two blades, and again her own blade swung up to meet his with a loud clang, the other skittering off her shield and away into thin air. She grinned, the white paint on her face mostly washed away from the smeared blood, but her exotically tanned skin clearly showed under it all. She shoved his blades and him away from her, surprisingly stronger then one would have thought at first, a woman that was clearly built for fighting and killing. She stepped back before stepping in again and swinging her blade at him, keeping her shield in close to her encase he decided to try some kind of sneak attack and hit her while she attacked. She would never allow that and even now made sure to keep all of her open spots, closed.~
I was amused when she took a step back and quickly jumped back in for the kill, her shield close to her side, guarding her from any of my attacks - even her shield would not protect her. "Think your silly sheet of metal will get you far? Blade on blade, I don't remember a shield being part of the equation." I swung yet again, and at the same time I put my hand out and formed a fist, causing the shield to ripple and bend, slowly curling up until it was nothing but a small, useless, crumpled up piece of metal. "That problem was solved pretty quick wasn't it?" I commented, grinning when the metal finally began to curl tightly around her wrist, "There is always a punishment for breaking the rules Valkyrie." I smirked and sheathed my other blade, making it fair, "Now that we each have one blade... and no shield... lets see who is more superior." I growled, swinging yet again - to my surprise she put her wrist in the way, using the shield as some sort of protective gauntlet. "Very resourceful, I think it's time to turn up the heat!"
Jumping in the air, spiraling, my dragon let out a blast that I complete consumed, letting it cover my body, - using a forcefield of sorts to keep the flames from touching my skin - in time the fire now circled us, enclosing us in so that specifically she did not go anywhere. "Now, welcome to your hell! Not even you can best the devil." I snarled, locking blades with her yet again, metal on metal, the constant ring of our swords being the only thing heard besides the crackling flames that surrounded us. In-between the midst of trading blows, I spoke, "You know, why not just give in now, why become cattle when you become a pet. Become a slave... a warrior even, I will spare your life and give you riches beyond your belief. I could use someone like you... or you can just die! I can be merciful, I can be gracious... what say you?" She was a good warrior, not better than me, but she was better than any of my second-rate soldiers that covered the battlefield.~
Nes'ta listened to his offer, forcing their blades apart and landing easily on her feet, her eyes narrowed under her helmet. "I choose to fight for my people... For my world. You know nothing of the honor of friends... Family... Love. I fight to protect those sacred things... Things that someone like you could never possibly understand. I am Valkyrie! And I stand for truth! Honor! Justice! And I fight to preserve the lives and wills of all those who can not fight!" Her voice was clearly feminine, though the commanding and proud tone showing she was clearly a warrior. She had considered his offer, and even thought of taking it, but she then though of the families who would never again see those who fell in battle this day, and her heart cried out for them, ached for them, broke for them. She was a warrior for her people, and at that moment her people were those who lived on this planet, never again would she cross blades with another of them in heated combat to spill blood.
"I may die this day! But I will die free! I will die fighting! And I will die with honor!" She bellowed, leaping at him and their blades crossing again, her shield turned bracer aiding her as much as her blade did. Though he had used the powers of his dragon, she never once used the magic of her Valkyrie heritage. She was keeping this fight to one sword and no magic, even if the thing before her had resorted to trickery and malice in an attempt to put things in his own favor.~
Played by ImmortalSin
My eyes scoured the entire battle field as I counted the many fatalities in my head. Many of my friends had already fallen, I could just make out their bodies amongst the growing amount of corpses. The ground was damp with blood, the air full of their cries... it was as though our worst nightmares had embodied the form of these demons.
I had yet to receive a scratch, my unusual skill keeping me out of harms way. But I felt cheated compared to my comrades who were fighting for not just their own life, but their entire kinds.
My name was Raythe. It was a very cliche name, I was known to the other side as the Wraith; although they were still unaware of my presence. I was one of the more prominent fighters, never having returned home with any battle scars. I was untouchable; therefore I was partly in command of our side.
No matter what we had to win this battle, so much depended on the outcome.
I continued darting swiftly through the battle, narrowly missing a few attacks on my way. My attention was now fixated on the battle between a familiar Valkyrie and what appeared to be the leader of the other side. She was hopelessly in too deep, and when I saw that she had been trapped in a spiral of flame I contemplated stepping in.
I took one last glance at the battlefield, seeing that our numbers had now dropped considerably... we needed to leave now, or all of us would perish. Taking in a deep breath I bellowed an order as loud as possible, "FALL BACK!" The message was passed quickly through our ranks, and I pursed my lips as I watched our side begin to retreat. Although some of us were being picked off from behind, taking this measure would allow us to regroup and attack again.
The order had made me a perfect target, now unaided by my fellow warriors. But as each of the enemies lunged at me, cutting me in two with their blade, I seemed to almost disappear, before miraculously re materializing behind them, silencing their wickedness with ease. There was some glitch in my coding, something that allowed me to re materialize at will. No-one could lay a finger on Raythe.
I set my sights on the one remaining Valkyrie, knowing she must be struggling. I leapt into the air, vanishing immediately before appearing between the two warriors. My blade parried a blow from the leader as I shouted back to Nes'ta, "This fight is over, catch up with the others! I'll hold him off, you know I can - now run!"~
Nes'ta has taken a blow to one side, her armor damaged, but otherwise she was not wounded. Raythe appeared to take and next blow and she almost sighed, but looked to the only person who was a rank higher then her. Nes'ta stepped back quickly sheathing her blade and looking to her. "You netter come back! The ranks will fall otherwise!" She yelled before she turned and took off, easily leaping over the fire. As she flew she took her blade back out, bellowing a battle cry as she ran through the ranks of the men who were chasing her people, cutting them down one by one as she passed, cutting a path through them once more, only this time away from the leader. She had lost the battle, and her shield, but she would come back with others and they would win this war. It was not over. It was far from over and she knew as she cut the next man in half, that no matter what, there will always be someone like her to cut men like this down.
As she got past the last of the men she paused to lift a man onto her shoulders and she continued to run, shouting orders to those who had slowed or stopped, shouting more to those who were well enough to carry others or leave the dead behind. The wounded could be saved at least, but it was useless to carry the dead, especially with so many, but for now the only goal was to get anyone alive away from this carnage; they had to get to safety and heal, then regroup and come back. Nes'ta on the other hand was far from being satisfied. She needed more of their blood.~
I swung my blade and felt it keep going, no force stopping it at all - I had her, that cocky bitch, I had her! Chuckling, I had to make a remark, "Seems that I was right, you couldn't best the dev..." When I looked up, another woman was standing in front me, the blade had went through her stomach but oddly, there was no blood, there was no sign that she was hurt at all. "What the fuck..." I growled, watching as the woman vanished in front of my eyes and reappeared but feet in front of me, untouched, unharmed. "You thunder-cunt! What kind of magic is this!? Dare let my opponent flee only for you to take her place... a woman!" I scowled, thinking that this world must of been desperate. "Well, I guess another bitch is gonna die then, I'll see you in hell." Swinging my blade, she did not try to block, instead she just stood there, squinting; my blade connected and I turned around, smiling, I had just cut her into two, there was no way that...
In an instance something slammed into my shoulder, a sword now protruding out the other side, causing me to gasp. "These women are more unpredictable than I thought..." I thought to myself, surprised that two women were able to keep me at bay for such a long time - I never had a way with woman besides bedding them, I saw them as nothing more than rag dolls, but my thoughts were slowly changing. "Pussy wants to play... then lets play." I pulled out my other sword yet again, deciding that I had enough, I ran towards her with all my ferocity, planning to finish this once and for all and conquer this pathetic world like I had planned. For now I did not want to do it all at once, but this city was vital, and it would fall tonight!~
Nes'ta fled as I had asked her too - my sights were now solely set on the man that stood before me.
The ferocity in my eyes reflected how badly I wanted to win this battle, although I knew very well that my people needed me. If it became too close I would follow my comrades back, retreating also - but for the moment I would spar with this man, I could hold my own fairly easily for awhile.
Keeping on my toes I watched him carefully, anticipating the next move. His blade appeared to slice me in half, but as my personal motto went - "Things aren't always as they seem." My image faltered and soon after I was standing behind him, snarling as I plunged my blade straight through his shoulder.
As soon as the blow had been dealt I nimbly stepped back, knowing that I could not let him land a hit. Because of my talent I had no real need to be adequate at proper fighting. I was quick, and that was enough. So if it did come down to one on one, hand to hand combat, he would surely defeat me.
"You like to talk a lot don't you? Next time I'll slice those vocal cords of yours..." I was panting just softly as we began to circle each other. I could see he was trying to figure out how to beat me, but there was really no way one such as him could detect my one weakness. I was vulnerable, like each and every being on this planet, but my fault was concealed expertly. He had no chance...~
I smirked at her words, finding them highly amusing, "Do you think it is smart to cross blades with a god... ? I may talk a lot, but you may change your mind on what you just said after I kill you. You are as skilled a fighter than your escaped comrade I must admit, so I suppose I could offer you the same bargain, to join me." I mused, her talent more useful than her swordsmanship. "On the other hand, you are a challenge that I have been looking for, something that most would believe to be indestructible. I will prove them all wrong... killing titans is what I do." Raising one of my eyebrows I swung again, missing as predicted, trying to come up with a way to defeat her. The only time I could hit her is when she attacked, which was a short span of time that I would have to take advantage of. "Come on, hit me sweet legs." She snarled and attacked me again, once again as predicted, I missed.
"Oh this broad is really pissing me off now..." I thought once more, grasping both my blades tighter than before - I would need both of them to deliver the finishing blow. "Lets end this princess..." Separating my arms, stretching them out, I violently swung, trying to put things out of balance on purpose, trying to slowly tip the scale. In moments time I resorted to only one blade, keeping the other sheltered to my side, waiting for the opportune moment to finish her. She was predictable and appeared behind me, striking me while momentarily I pushed the sword under my arm and out towards her, jabbing her directly in the chest. "Check mate..." I snarled, turning my back to her and letting her to fall to the ground. All I could think about was the Valkyrie at the moment, and how much pleasure her death would bring me. "One little bitch down... and... well one down." I mused, taking a few steps forward before stopping, interrupted by her dying breaths.~
He was trying to find the spot, I could tell by the way he kept his gaze fixated on me, watching each movement keenly. It gave me goosebumps, the way he analyzed everything. My footwork, my speed, my preferred attack method... he was monitoring all of them. I actually began to feel nervous.
"Come on Raythe... you can do this..." I kept repeating this over and over in my head, snarling again as I dealt him another blow - he missed. I was still in the game.
I ducked as both of his blades slashed at the air around him, darting to his blind spot again, just about ready to take a decent shot at his spinal cord. I just made contact before I felt something slam into my chest, knocking the wind from me.
My hands clutched the blade now protruding from my chest as I fell to my knees, gasping for air as my blood began to spill from the wound. I spat up a few drops of the crimson substance now pouring from me as I pressed my palms to the ground - blood pooling around them. I knew it was over, I knew that he had bested me, but I still felt defiant of my fate.
With my last ounce of strength I lifted my head, forcing a smile onto my paling face, "We're not done yet."~
I stopped in my tracks, chuckling while wiping the blood clean from my other blade, "What makes you say that girl, you are on the verge of death but yet you still wish to fight... this world is very... unpredictable. In my world, the first one to obtain wounds such as yours loses, hands down." Walking over to her, I knelt down and smirked, finding the women here nothing short of amazing, men gave up, but these women... they just kept going. That is exactly what I needed in my life, a woman that was as ruthless as me, someone who never quit. "I might of found my match..." I mused, putting my arms under her and lifting her up. "I can save you... then we can keep going... all... night... long." I mused, cocking my head to the few men on the battlefield I had left, "We are done here. This city is ours, universal domination begins tonight, tonight is the day that we claim what is ours! No matter how strong, no matter how much they fight, the night will end with their screams!" I roared triumphantly, taking back to the skies, back to the winged beast that awaited for me above, leaving my men to fight for themselves on the ground. I had thousands of soldiers, millions waiting for me back in my home world; these soldiers were nothing but flunkies - which I had more of as well.~
I swallowed, the taste of blood now welling in my mouth. I was in agony, hanging on by just a thread. I was too stubborn to go down so easily, I would not stop fighting, no matter what.
My head fell forward once more, I shut my eyes and breathed heavily - each rise and fall of my chest causing me to cry out in pain. I almost wanted him to finish me, for each moment I hung on caused me more anguish...
I heard him halt, wondering what it was he was planning on doing now. If he truly wished to cause me the most grief possible, he would leave me here to bleed to death; but for some reason I felt as though he had something else on his mind.
He began to speak, and I listened to each word as carefully as I could, knowing all too well that his voice would probably be the last that I heard in this lifetime. So I tried to treasure it.
Although I had no life left in me to reply, or show some sign of surprise, I was shocked as he knelt by my side; wrapping his arms tenderly around me as he took me into his hold. My body was limp and lifeless but he somehow knew I was still alive, if only barely. For some reason I smiled faintly when I heard him mention saving me. I wanted this pain to leave me, no matter what it meant I wanted to be rid of this overwhelming agony. I was grateful...
As his men echoed his roar my head rolled to the side. My life had ended. But a new beginning was approaching me quickly. I was destined to witness things from the other side... destined to stand with the god of these times... Asmodeus.
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The world was never the same after this, after Asmodeus and his forces broke the threshold in between the verses and attacked one of the larges cities at the time, taking control. Nes'ta had long escaped and in the five years of time that has already passed, she has become the rebellious leader that the world has been looking for, a woman who stood up against Asmodeus and lived to tell the tale - even though she had a little help(Raythe). In the five years that has slowly went by, Asmodeus has taken control of most of the free world(Not so free now), except for a few hidden cities and civilizations that are home to the resistance - some have even fled underground with the Dwarves and Drow's. Asmodeus on the other hand has become fearless, confident, but also depressed, as if nothing is good enough. Raythe stayed with Asmodeus, and oddly, she somehow ended up becoming his wife - the two are madly(debatable, but nonetheless)in love.
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Now there is only one question that you can ask yourself, "Can you stop me, the great and powerful Asmodeus, the new ruler of the planet Earth... ?" Chuckles, "I didn't think so!"
If you have not noticed yet, the plot is simple, destroy the bad guy.
The is set in medieval times, there are no guns, weapons are kept strictly at swords, axes, clubs, daggers, any other sharp/blunt object. This roleplay is fantasy so magic is allowed, and until we say so, going into the other dimension - unless you're a Nebul - is not allowed. You are not allowed to kill a character nor change sides unless you contact a game master and any other character involved. Do not godmod other characters unless you have their permission. Cusing is allowed but please do not do it without purpose, and I advise you keep it to dialogue only. PG-13, sex can be applied, but don't overdo it - please do not keep posting constant drama; otherwise, romance is highly advised, just do not let it control the roleplay. If you are posting strictly for romance, drop everything and go - KEEP TO THE STORYLINE! Last but not least, follow the rules and have fun! If you have any ideas for the roleplay, feel free to send them to a GM, or post them in the OOC. 
- If you have any other races that you would like to be added, please contact a GM with a description and we will see what we can do.
Elves - Immortals with unnatural beauty and a strong control over natural magics. They are able to do any profession, ranging from blacksmith and gardening, to archery and sword fighting. Many elves are highly talented in swords, bows, and magic to start with, but others train further in order to become an expert in a selected field. They are laid back and often kind, though their demeanor comes off as cold and harsh, almost like they hate the world. They love all races and love all of nature, often times becoming an animal through the use of magic or they become vegetarians, refusing to eat any kind of meat. They are incredibly dexterous and their incredible strength, speed and agility are almost unnatural.
Drow - The ebony skinned elves many consider evil. They are normally characterized with snow white hair, ebony black skin, and piercing red eyes, although the red is only for seeing in the dark. Normally their eyes are gray, or white and in rare cases they are amber or violet. They use a dark magic that is given to them by strange radiation crystals that grow in their underground world, and the spider goddess of another plane of existence. They are extraordinarily talented swordsman, archers, and magic users. They are conniving and typically excel in the fields of trickery, murder, thievery, and deceit. Although there are a few among their number who denounce their heritage and go to the surface world where they live in peace, as long as they live alone or in colonies of others like them.
Dwarfs - Shorter but rather brute humanoids with a natural affinity for treasure, weapons, and combat. They live in large underground tunnel systems dug by them as they search for rare metals and expand to fit their ever growing populations. They hate most magic and magic users, though will fight beside one for honor and glory. They use a form of magical dust and certain spells to imbue the weapons they create. All armor and weapons depict the crest of the dwarven family who made it.
Vampires - Much more discreet than your Hollywood vampire; they are not as cruel as most take them to be, although they still must feed on blood to live. The vampires in this day and age are some of the most wealthiest men and woman in the world , gentlemen by all standards - a few do slip through the cracks and are freelance(rogues), but rarely. Most myths are true, they are very strong as well as fast, and their senses are enhanced ten fold; they live forever, but they can die just not like most people think. You must sever the head of a vampire or burn them alive in order to kill them. Silver causes them to be paralyzed and stabbing them only makes them mad. They look human, besides their pale skin and sharp teeth.
Lycan (Werewolf) - The 'dogs' of the immortal world, Lycans [The canines] are part of a large group known as Lycanthropes. Lycanthropes are a mix of animal and human, the human able to transform into your basic picture of a wolf man. They tend to be stronger, faster, more agile, and all of their senses heightened. They are beastly most times, killing for food and pleasure, depending on how human they want to be.
Valkyrie - a Valkyrie (Old Norse Valkyrja "chooser of the slain"[1]) is one of a host of female figures who choose who will win or die in battle. The Valkyries bring their chosen who have died bravely in battle to the afterlife hall of the slain, Valhalla, ruled over by the god Odin, where the deceased warriors become einherjar. There, when the einherjar are not preparing for the events of Ragnarök, the Valkyries look after their tableware and drinks. Valkyries also appear as lovers of human beings and heroes, where they are sometimes described as the daughters of royalty, and also sometimes accompanied by ravens. They are also part of the army of the gods if there is ever a war that the mortals themselves can not fight. They are experienced fighters and taught well in the ways of magic.
Nebul- Not much is known about this race, but they appear as lighter-skinned Drow’s. They are the ones who have traveled to the Earth with the goal of world domination - they are lead by their fierce king, Asmodeus, who when is not spilling more blood, resides in his home world which is in another dimension. Like most elven-like races, the Nebul are believe to be immortal and have a lot of unmatched, untapped, magical potential - such as opening a portal to another dimension. This race is believed to be nothing more than a destroyer and conquer of worlds/races.
Orc- A mortal race, they are about the same size as humans, but are generally slightly larger and stronger. Their appearance is quite beastly, having green skin, red eyes, and tusks, in fact few other than the orcs themselves would call them attractive. A proud and violent race, orcs love battle. They are separated into clans that to outsiders seem to be constantly at war with each other. They fight because it is there preferred method of resolving dispute. While they consider the clan to come first, they are also proud of their race, and will band together to form a strong orcish nation in times of trouble. They are ferocious warriors skilled in melee combat.
Tieflings Are a non-human race whose human ancestors made a bargain with devils to increase their power. Tieflings are immortal along with being extremely strong and well immersed in the demonic arts and magic. Tieflings are very weak against holy and white magic they can be killed by psychical attacks but it is not recommended. Tieflings usually have horns located on their heads, pointed sharp teeth, tails ranging from small to large (depending on gender) and eyes that are usually red or black. Tieflings also exude a feeling of "evil" even though their race has become civil and no longer lusts for power. Many races distrust or outright hate Tieflings. Some believe them to be devil worshipers. However Tieflings do not associate with a specific god or gods. Their lack of faith also means Paladins and Clerics are seldom, if ever, found. Tieflings have no homeland and are very rare. Most Tieflings prefer to be adventurers and rarely ever adventure with their own kin due to the prejudices of other races (people are concerned when two or more of their kind travel together).
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