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Introduction
Long ago, The Creator crafted the world of Veldin from oblivion, giving life to an otherwise dead universe, but such an expanse of power weakened the being considerably, and had to split itself into six parts, lest it be crushed under the weight of its own power. Five of those parts became the five God's of Veldin, each forming their own nation to watch over the life that The Creator had made, but the sixth part became corrupted by the darkness in the hearts of the Creator's creations, feeding on their every evil action since the dawn of the nations.
Time and time again, Veldia: Goddess of Life and Love, Ar'Kim: Goddess of Knowledge and Wisdom, Dy'Nir: God of War, O'ageden: God of Inner Strength, and En'Tia: Goddess of Prosperity have had to battle against Cer'et: God of Death and Corruption in order to protect the very existence of Veldin and its inhabitants, the last conflict having ended nearly two hundred years ago.
Though the mortals of Veldin have more immediate concerns to deal with, such as The Perenian Empire launching a campaign against the nation of Toralia, which many fear will erupt into a civil war. Can the Empire, whose founder was the God of War himself, be stopped or will you serve the Empire to crush your enemies in the name of glory?
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As of now, a secret group made up of highly respected officials from all nations, with the exception of Perenius, have sent invitations to the greatest warriors, scouts, and mages from across the land, in the hopes of stopping the war before it starts. This task force is to meet in a pub located in southern Toralia, about 50 miles from the Perenian border. You may join this task force, or be a Perenian attempting to stop them, though the real threat may not be so easy to distinguish...
Now for the nitty gritty info. There are Five great nations in Veldin, each having a patron God that has blessed their people with magical abilities, though not all are able to use them.
The Perenian Empire = Dy'Nir: God of War
Toralia = Ar'Kim: Goddess of Knowledge and Wisdom
Draucia = O'ageden: God of Inner Strength
Sayosia = En'Tia: Goddess of Prosperity
Oracia = Veldia: Goddess of Life and Love
The Perenian Empire is very much like Sparta, in that combat prowess is almost the entire basis for your reputation and credibility. If you can not carry a sword, you are expected to be able to be a strategist, or a black smith, something that can contribute to the Empire, otherwise you are banished. The Empire is almost universally hated by the citizens of the other nations, though the citizens of the empire could care less, viewing the other nations as weak. The magic Dy'Nir has given his people the ability to increase their strength and speed to extraordinary levels, as well as having those skilled in weapon enchantment.
Toralia is a nation of Scribes and scholars, artists and authors, valuing the pursuit of knowledge above all else, led by a council elected by the people every five years. Many nations send their rich to universities in Toralia, and have produced many open minded leaders in many of the nations. Toralia views the Perenians as Barbarians, and wish for nothing else but their destruction. They also tend to look down on Draucia, since the miners tend to be uneducated. Ar'Kim has blessed her people with psychic abilities, as well as telekinesis.
Draucia is a nation consisting mainly of Dwarves, who toil daily in the mines to harvest metals and precious stones for trade. O'ageden has gifted his people with the ability to manipulate the earth, as well as talents with alchemy, able to turn ordinary stones into metals as strong as steel, making them valuable allies to the Perenian Empire. They tend to see the other nations as lazy, but have little other biases against other Veldins.
Sayosia is a nation consisting mainly of islands, their mainland territories being invaded by the Perenian Empire long ago. Their navy is second to none, giving The Perenian Empire some pause about any further invasionary plans. they value peace, and the people of Sayosia are generally laid back and rely mostly on tourism and fishing to fuel their economy. En'Tia has gifted her people with water and weather manipulation, the strength of which is dependant on the amount of water nearby, as well as being able to mix potent potions and elixers with varying effects.
Oracia is a land populated heavily by the elves, they seek peace and unity with all life, but are willing to fight to defend it. They are ruled by a Queen, who has been chosen by Veldia herself, and is aided by a council of ministers to help govern the nation. Oracia is on friendly terms with all of the nations, though they too have a dislike for the destructive ways of the Perenian Empire. Veldia has given her people the ability to heal injuries, as well as sensing the presence and emotions of others, making sneaking up, or lying to an Oracian nigh impossible.
Anyone gifted with magical abilities can have any of these powers, but those not from their Nation of origin have more difficulty in mastering them. A group of mages even started a school in Toralia to help struggling mages better master their powers.
Character Skeleton
Name:
Race: (Human, elf, Dwarf, Hybrid)
Age: (try to keep it realistic a bit, if your 12, you WILL get slaughtered in a sword fight against someone who isn't 12)
Appearance: (pics are welcome, but descriptions neccesary.)
Nation of Origin: (Oracia, Perenius, Sayosia, Drauci, Toralia)
Magical abilities (if any): (2 different abilities MAX!!!!)
Weapon of Choice: (Bear in mind you have to carry all of it... walking armories don't travel that fast ^_^)
Bio/History:
Personality: (Can reveal in RP)
Other:
Just the basic stuff, so add whatever you want to ^_^
Time and time again, Veldia: Goddess of Life and Love, Ar'Kim: Goddess of Knowledge and Wisdom, Dy'Nir: God of War, O'ageden: God of Inner Strength, and En'Tia: Goddess of Prosperity have had to battle against Cer'et: God of Death and Corruption in order to protect the very existence of Veldin and its inhabitants, the last conflict having ended nearly two hundred years ago.
Though the mortals of Veldin have more immediate concerns to deal with, such as The Perenian Empire launching a campaign against the nation of Toralia, which many fear will erupt into a civil war. Can the Empire, whose founder was the God of War himself, be stopped or will you serve the Empire to crush your enemies in the name of glory?
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As of now, a secret group made up of highly respected officials from all nations, with the exception of Perenius, have sent invitations to the greatest warriors, scouts, and mages from across the land, in the hopes of stopping the war before it starts. This task force is to meet in a pub located in southern Toralia, about 50 miles from the Perenian border. You may join this task force, or be a Perenian attempting to stop them, though the real threat may not be so easy to distinguish...
Now for the nitty gritty info. There are Five great nations in Veldin, each having a patron God that has blessed their people with magical abilities, though not all are able to use them.
The Perenian Empire = Dy'Nir: God of War
Toralia = Ar'Kim: Goddess of Knowledge and Wisdom
Draucia = O'ageden: God of Inner Strength
Sayosia = En'Tia: Goddess of Prosperity
Oracia = Veldia: Goddess of Life and Love
The Perenian Empire is very much like Sparta, in that combat prowess is almost the entire basis for your reputation and credibility. If you can not carry a sword, you are expected to be able to be a strategist, or a black smith, something that can contribute to the Empire, otherwise you are banished. The Empire is almost universally hated by the citizens of the other nations, though the citizens of the empire could care less, viewing the other nations as weak. The magic Dy'Nir has given his people the ability to increase their strength and speed to extraordinary levels, as well as having those skilled in weapon enchantment.
Toralia is a nation of Scribes and scholars, artists and authors, valuing the pursuit of knowledge above all else, led by a council elected by the people every five years. Many nations send their rich to universities in Toralia, and have produced many open minded leaders in many of the nations. Toralia views the Perenians as Barbarians, and wish for nothing else but their destruction. They also tend to look down on Draucia, since the miners tend to be uneducated. Ar'Kim has blessed her people with psychic abilities, as well as telekinesis.
Draucia is a nation consisting mainly of Dwarves, who toil daily in the mines to harvest metals and precious stones for trade. O'ageden has gifted his people with the ability to manipulate the earth, as well as talents with alchemy, able to turn ordinary stones into metals as strong as steel, making them valuable allies to the Perenian Empire. They tend to see the other nations as lazy, but have little other biases against other Veldins.
Sayosia is a nation consisting mainly of islands, their mainland territories being invaded by the Perenian Empire long ago. Their navy is second to none, giving The Perenian Empire some pause about any further invasionary plans. they value peace, and the people of Sayosia are generally laid back and rely mostly on tourism and fishing to fuel their economy. En'Tia has gifted her people with water and weather manipulation, the strength of which is dependant on the amount of water nearby, as well as being able to mix potent potions and elixers with varying effects.
Oracia is a land populated heavily by the elves, they seek peace and unity with all life, but are willing to fight to defend it. They are ruled by a Queen, who has been chosen by Veldia herself, and is aided by a council of ministers to help govern the nation. Oracia is on friendly terms with all of the nations, though they too have a dislike for the destructive ways of the Perenian Empire. Veldia has given her people the ability to heal injuries, as well as sensing the presence and emotions of others, making sneaking up, or lying to an Oracian nigh impossible.
Anyone gifted with magical abilities can have any of these powers, but those not from their Nation of origin have more difficulty in mastering them. A group of mages even started a school in Toralia to help struggling mages better master their powers.
Character Skeleton
Name:
Race: (Human, elf, Dwarf, Hybrid)
Age: (try to keep it realistic a bit, if your 12, you WILL get slaughtered in a sword fight against someone who isn't 12)
Appearance: (pics are welcome, but descriptions neccesary.)
Nation of Origin: (Oracia, Perenius, Sayosia, Drauci, Toralia)
Magical abilities (if any): (2 different abilities MAX!!!!)
Weapon of Choice: (Bear in mind you have to carry all of it... walking armories don't travel that fast ^_^)
Bio/History:
Personality: (Can reveal in RP)
Other:
Just the basic stuff, so add whatever you want to ^_^
Rules
Rules
RPG rules apply, as usual
No God Modding
Try to post every 3-4 days, or let me know if you can't. Otherwise the God of War will come down in a torrent of fire and obliterate your characters.
God's are NPC's played by myself
Treat your fellow RP'ers with respect
Have fun!
RPG rules apply, as usual
No God Modding
Try to post every 3-4 days, or let me know if you can't. Otherwise the God of War will come down in a torrent of fire and obliterate your characters.
God's are NPC's played by myself
Treat your fellow RP'ers with respect
Have fun!
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OOC Notes
Oron paced through the backroom of the "Blind Princess" Tavern, his footsteps causing the wood to creak under his weight as he walked. The Tavern had been cleared of customers for the day to avoid eavesdropping, but still Oron rubbed the Toralian coin in worry, a nervous habit he had picked up from shouldering his new responsibilities. In a few hours they would come, and by nightfall the job should be complete, and hopefully the world would be a better place for it. He sat down in an old chair and ran his still shaking hands through his greying hair, trying not to think about the meeting for a bit to calm his nerves, deciding maybe a bit of ale would ease his mind, or cleaning the glass afterward would.
I'm getting too old for this, he thought as he poured his glass, his free hand still clutching the coin.
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"So this is the place" Rayl said, looking the Tavern over. It was little more than a shack, looking barely stable enough to withstand a gust of wind, much less a room full of drunken men, but this was also one of the oldest taverns in Toralia, most being in the cities and filled with scholars sipping wines rather than soldiers fighting and laughing as their ale spilled down their armor in their haste to drink it. Rayl smirked a bit, remembering his military days and the times he had counted himself amongst those same soldiers with ale dripping from his armor as well. He looked at the sign, which stated the tavern's name in faded blue letters, "The Blind Princess", which got a chuckle from Rayl as well since that was the nickname of the last Oracian Queen.
Story went that her family was killed by bandits, and she was rendered blind from the attack, but she survived, even joined the Oracian Guard, using her ability to sense others in the stead of her eyes. She eventually became the Captain of the Guard, and Veldia herself took note of her wit and bravery, and announced her to be the next Queen.
Rayl had learned to enjoy such tales from other cultures, having read many books in the nearest Toralian library as he waited for today to arrive. He sighed, believing himself to have dallied enough with his thoughts, and pressed onwards to the tavern, stopping only to read a notice on the door:
Closed today, The Cook is ill... and he's sick as well, which was the same that the messenger had told him would be on the door as a sign that all was clear. He opened the door and looked around, and realized at the absence of other people that he had been the first to arrive, much to his annoyance.
"Suppose I get to hear people's opinion of me one at a time rather than all at once" He sighed. He propped his polearm and sword in a corner, and took a seat nearby, propping up his feet on the table. The place looked much better on the inside, and much to his surprise, everything looked to be clean. The bar was spotless, the glasses and mugs shining with an almost foreign brilliance, and the tables looked as though you could actually eat off of them. Who ever is organizing this must be a nervous cleaner Rayl thought to himself, trying his best to relax as he awaited the others.
I'm getting too old for this, he thought as he poured his glass, his free hand still clutching the coin.
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"So this is the place" Rayl said, looking the Tavern over. It was little more than a shack, looking barely stable enough to withstand a gust of wind, much less a room full of drunken men, but this was also one of the oldest taverns in Toralia, most being in the cities and filled with scholars sipping wines rather than soldiers fighting and laughing as their ale spilled down their armor in their haste to drink it. Rayl smirked a bit, remembering his military days and the times he had counted himself amongst those same soldiers with ale dripping from his armor as well. He looked at the sign, which stated the tavern's name in faded blue letters, "The Blind Princess", which got a chuckle from Rayl as well since that was the nickname of the last Oracian Queen.
Story went that her family was killed by bandits, and she was rendered blind from the attack, but she survived, even joined the Oracian Guard, using her ability to sense others in the stead of her eyes. She eventually became the Captain of the Guard, and Veldia herself took note of her wit and bravery, and announced her to be the next Queen.
Rayl had learned to enjoy such tales from other cultures, having read many books in the nearest Toralian library as he waited for today to arrive. He sighed, believing himself to have dallied enough with his thoughts, and pressed onwards to the tavern, stopping only to read a notice on the door:
Closed today, The Cook is ill... and he's sick as well, which was the same that the messenger had told him would be on the door as a sign that all was clear. He opened the door and looked around, and realized at the absence of other people that he had been the first to arrive, much to his annoyance.
"Suppose I get to hear people's opinion of me one at a time rather than all at once" He sighed. He propped his polearm and sword in a corner, and took a seat nearby, propping up his feet on the table. The place looked much better on the inside, and much to his surprise, everything looked to be clean. The bar was spotless, the glasses and mugs shining with an almost foreign brilliance, and the tables looked as though you could actually eat off of them. Who ever is organizing this must be a nervous cleaner Rayl thought to himself, trying his best to relax as he awaited the others.
OOC Notes
Aiyana walked up to "The Blind Princess", her expession neutral; besides a slight scowl. Considering this place was made in the honor of the last queen of her region, it wasn't much. She was afraid to even breathe in it's direction. She sighed, facing away from it as she did so. She wasn't sure if this would go well, or badly. The complete differences in all the regions could make things difficult.. they'd all have different views, different methods of making things better- or worse.
She rocked from foot to foot, thinking. It seemed quiet in there...was anyone inside? She supposed it didn't matter. She looked around, looking for a place that would be hidden from others that would walk by; or in. "It wasn't the best idea to bring my bow and arrows to a meeting meant to keep peace.." she mumbled, now wondering if it would be allowed. She hid it in a nearby bush, making it look as natural as possible. Then she strolled in silently, not giving anything another thought. When she saw Rayl, she supposed she was right about there not being many people inside. She decided if he wished to speak, he would. She stayed quiet, sat down, and didn't make eye contact with him.
She rocked from foot to foot, thinking. It seemed quiet in there...was anyone inside? She supposed it didn't matter. She looked around, looking for a place that would be hidden from others that would walk by; or in. "It wasn't the best idea to bring my bow and arrows to a meeting meant to keep peace.." she mumbled, now wondering if it would be allowed. She hid it in a nearby bush, making it look as natural as possible. Then she strolled in silently, not giving anything another thought. When she saw Rayl, she supposed she was right about there not being many people inside. She decided if he wished to speak, he would. She stayed quiet, sat down, and didn't make eye contact with him.
OOC Notes
Nestled away in a bag carried by Rayl, Twick Falestrum wizard extradionare slumbered away. The two had know each other for a year or so when the small guy stumbled across his camp in the Oracian forests. Twick had been trying to live among his fellow squirrels for a couple months but to no avail. They were too stupid for his tastes only concerning themselves with finding food. There had been interesting first night but Rayl eventually had gotten used to having a talking squirrel live with him .
As the mage opened his eyes he realized that they were no longer moving. Wondering where they were, he climbs out of the sack to find himself in a empty tavern with Rayl sitting nearby and a elf girl at the other side. Slightly hungry from the trip despite the fact he had spent most of it on Rayl's shoulder or in a sack he scurries onto the bar counter and snatches a few peanuts sitting in a small bowl. Trying to be a gentleman he walks over to the elf and places a few of the nuts in front of her then bows and returns to Rayl's table. As he sits on the table he motions to Rayl as if to say if she was the person who invited him here. Twick himself had not been invited to this meeting but he still insisted on coming. Rayl had been the closest thing to a friend since Twick was cursed by the goddess so he decided to help the Perenian anyway he could.
As the mage opened his eyes he realized that they were no longer moving. Wondering where they were, he climbs out of the sack to find himself in a empty tavern with Rayl sitting nearby and a elf girl at the other side. Slightly hungry from the trip despite the fact he had spent most of it on Rayl's shoulder or in a sack he scurries onto the bar counter and snatches a few peanuts sitting in a small bowl. Trying to be a gentleman he walks over to the elf and places a few of the nuts in front of her then bows and returns to Rayl's table. As he sits on the table he motions to Rayl as if to say if she was the person who invited him here. Twick himself had not been invited to this meeting but he still insisted on coming. Rayl had been the closest thing to a friend since Twick was cursed by the goddess so he decided to help the Perenian anyway he could.
OOC Notes
"I still think you should try it." Sky said to Bor.
"It'll be the last thing I ever do! Eating mice?! Raw!" Bor said, a disgusted expression on his face.
He wandered on a little longer, not talking to Sky.
He then saw a tavern a little down the road.
"Aye, it'll be good with a jug o' beer aight?" he asked Sky.
"I'm not the unlucky soul drinking it." Sky replied dryly.
"Oh shoo. I'll eat raw mice, when you drink beer." he said, challenging the falcon.
"Top! I take you on your word." The falcon said triumphantly.
"By the gods." Bor muttered, realising what he'd gotten himself into.
As he reached the tavern, he noticed the sign. A small chuckle slipped from his mouth.
He opened the door, walking in, in a casual way.
"Why so quiet folks?!" He burst out. "Come on! It's a fine day after all."
He walked up to the counter, and tiptoed, to see if there was a cask of ale.
"Is there anyone to serve us?" He asked, looking at the two sitting there.
"And why don't you remove the rat?" he asked, looking at the squirrel.
"It'll be the last thing I ever do! Eating mice?! Raw!" Bor said, a disgusted expression on his face.
He wandered on a little longer, not talking to Sky.
He then saw a tavern a little down the road.
"Aye, it'll be good with a jug o' beer aight?" he asked Sky.
"I'm not the unlucky soul drinking it." Sky replied dryly.
"Oh shoo. I'll eat raw mice, when you drink beer." he said, challenging the falcon.
"Top! I take you on your word." The falcon said triumphantly.
"By the gods." Bor muttered, realising what he'd gotten himself into.
As he reached the tavern, he noticed the sign. A small chuckle slipped from his mouth.
He opened the door, walking in, in a casual way.
"Why so quiet folks?!" He burst out. "Come on! It's a fine day after all."
He walked up to the counter, and tiptoed, to see if there was a cask of ale.
"Is there anyone to serve us?" He asked, looking at the two sitting there.
"And why don't you remove the rat?" he asked, looking at the squirrel.
OOC Notes
Aiyana nodded thoughtfully at the squirrel, putting the nuts away and looked up at Bor. He was a bit too loud for her. "It's closed; you'll have to come another day..." she said, trying to remember what the cover up was. But how would she cover up their being here? Besides... couldn't he read? There was a sign plain on the entry... she sighed silently. Would there be more like him walking in despite the warning? She wouldn't be able to take much of that.
"I'm sure there's another place like this you can go to.." she added, looking away from him as if she'd lost interest. He should leave.. she hoped he would. If he asked any more questions she wasn't sure how she'd react.
"I'm sure there's another place like this you can go to.." she added, looking away from him as if she'd lost interest. He should leave.. she hoped he would. If he asked any more questions she wasn't sure how she'd react.
OOC Notes
"Huh? You meaning this isn't 'The Blind Princess'?" Bor said, with a confused expression.
"Uhmm. Could you direct me to it then? I got a meeting..." he trailed off, forgetting about his joke about the squirrel.
He scratched his beard, and began fumbling through his pockets, untill he found a neatly folded map.
He began to fold it out. It was in fact quite large, about 50x50 centimetres, covered in notes and handdrawn land marks.
"Could ya' just point out the approximate location, me girl?" He asked her.
"Uhmm. Could you direct me to it then? I got a meeting..." he trailed off, forgetting about his joke about the squirrel.
He scratched his beard, and began fumbling through his pockets, untill he found a neatly folded map.
He began to fold it out. It was in fact quite large, about 50x50 centimetres, covered in notes and handdrawn land marks.
"Could ya' just point out the approximate location, me girl?" He asked her.
OOC Notes
She blinks and stares at the map. "So he was supposed to be here.." she thought, but she wasn't very excited about it. "Oh.. in that case, you are in the right place. Sorry.." she said plainly. She wasn't sure what else to say, but she nodded at the map a little. She looked at the man, really for the first time, and noticed the falcon. "Nice bird." she said, smiling slightly. She wasn't sure how he'd take that statement, but she wasn't sure how else to word it. The falcon was a very nice one, she had to admit. She used to love to watch them fly, take care of their nests and young.
OOC Notes
Ember strolled along the beaten path, nature comforting her with every step she took. Outside was where she belonged, under the large big blue sky and wispy clouds beckoning her to make more of them. With a content sigh, she peered ahead, seeing a small building set against the horizon. "That must be it." Ember mumbles, giddy excitement rising in her chest. What would this meeting hold for her?
Upon getting closer, she read the sign; "The Blind Princess". Not far from that another message was displayed, saying that the cook was ill. She had been told that sign was to be there, so Ember confidentially walked in, pushed the door open. Inside were two men, one looking to be a dwarf, a woman and a...squirrel. The dwarf was peering at a map, a falcon standing on the table next to him. Running her eyes over the scene, she introduced herself; "I am Ember Gale," she said, pulling a vacant chair from the same table that Rayl sat at. "I assume I'm here at the right time?"
Upon getting closer, she read the sign; "The Blind Princess". Not far from that another message was displayed, saying that the cook was ill. She had been told that sign was to be there, so Ember confidentially walked in, pushed the door open. Inside were two men, one looking to be a dwarf, a woman and a...squirrel. The dwarf was peering at a map, a falcon standing on the table next to him. Running her eyes over the scene, she introduced herself; "I am Ember Gale," she said, pulling a vacant chair from the same table that Rayl sat at. "I assume I'm here at the right time?"
OOC Notes
Aiyana's gaze flicked over to Ember. She seemed a bit too excited to be here. "Hello Ember.. I think we're all early, actually.." she says. "And I'm Aiyana Maple." she adds, to be polite; though she wasn't sure if she need do so. So far, there's a quiet man with a generous squirrel, a loud man with a beautiful falcon, and a happy woman. She wished there had been more like the quiet man- this was a serious matter after all. Nonetheless, she assumed things could get interesting this way. Whether 'interesting' would head towards good or bad, she wasn't sure.
She crossed her legs, proping her head up with her arm on the table. When was this meeting to start? Maybe she should have left later.. but then she would've come in to others being there first. She supposed this scenerio she wasin now was best.
She crossed her legs, proping her head up with her arm on the table. When was this meeting to start? Maybe she should have left later.. but then she would've come in to others being there first. She supposed this scenerio she wasin now was best.
OOC Notes
"Maybe that's the right place?" Riley asks himself, pausing along the path to take out the map he'd been given. "I've been to five different places so far and none of them have been right...where is the name of the tavern I'm looking for...ah, there we go, 'The Blind Princess.'" Looking up from the well used map he checks his surroundings for a sing, and finally, after taking a few more steps towards the building he finds the two he's looking for. The first one baring the name of the building in question, which was indeed the place he'd been looking for, and the second being the sign on the door, what he believed was supposed to be either a bad joke or some sort of code he wasn't supposed to understand.
"Oh well, I've finally arrived," he says, carefully folding the map and slipping it back into the satchel he carries, hung over his shoulder so that it rests against his left hip.
Anyone who looked at the map could tell it had only a few more looking-overs left in it. The creases where it had been folded were to thin and worn you could almost see through them, the corners were either dog-eared or had been torn away somehow, and there was what appeared to be a cut from where a sword had been stabbed through it at some point.
Shaking the thoughts of his poor map from his mind he strolls over to the door, but instead if knocking, he places his hand on the wall and closes his eyes, listening to the echos from within. It was a trick he had picked up from his father, by closing his eyes and placing his hand on a surface he could sometimes hear what was on the other side. The same trick had been used to find an underground spring. Now that he was sure there were other inside, he smiles and little and reaches over his shoulder to retrieve the long sword kept there with a simple leather strap. Holding it out before him in his right hand he concentrates, and after a few seconds the sword shivers, then begins to change shape, taking on the form of a long, then staff, about six feet long and an inch and a half wide or so.
"This should be less conspicuous that such a large sword," he mutters to himself before reaching out and knocking once before entering the tavern, "Hello all," he says, giving a small bow, the silver staff held in his right hand like a walking stick.
Rather than introduce himself, he takes the opportunity to look everyone over, trying to take in as many details as possible from his first glance. There were two men, two women, and a squirrel. One man, he was certain, was from the Perenius Empire, while the other seemed to be a dwarf, or perhaps more like himself, only part dwarf. It was hard to tell sometimes. As for the women, one looked like an elf, the other a simple human. And the squirrel...well, he was wearing clothes, so he was something magical, Riley was sure.
"Oh well, I've finally arrived," he says, carefully folding the map and slipping it back into the satchel he carries, hung over his shoulder so that it rests against his left hip.
Anyone who looked at the map could tell it had only a few more looking-overs left in it. The creases where it had been folded were to thin and worn you could almost see through them, the corners were either dog-eared or had been torn away somehow, and there was what appeared to be a cut from where a sword had been stabbed through it at some point.
Shaking the thoughts of his poor map from his mind he strolls over to the door, but instead if knocking, he places his hand on the wall and closes his eyes, listening to the echos from within. It was a trick he had picked up from his father, by closing his eyes and placing his hand on a surface he could sometimes hear what was on the other side. The same trick had been used to find an underground spring. Now that he was sure there were other inside, he smiles and little and reaches over his shoulder to retrieve the long sword kept there with a simple leather strap. Holding it out before him in his right hand he concentrates, and after a few seconds the sword shivers, then begins to change shape, taking on the form of a long, then staff, about six feet long and an inch and a half wide or so.
"This should be less conspicuous that such a large sword," he mutters to himself before reaching out and knocking once before entering the tavern, "Hello all," he says, giving a small bow, the silver staff held in his right hand like a walking stick.
Rather than introduce himself, he takes the opportunity to look everyone over, trying to take in as many details as possible from his first glance. There were two men, two women, and a squirrel. One man, he was certain, was from the Perenius Empire, while the other seemed to be a dwarf, or perhaps more like himself, only part dwarf. It was hard to tell sometimes. As for the women, one looked like an elf, the other a simple human. And the squirrel...well, he was wearing clothes, so he was something magical, Riley was sure.
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Aiyana waved slightly and the newcomer. "How many people would be here?" she thought; wondering. But he seemed alright enough. She looked him over breifly, and decided he was either human or part dwarf. She couldn't really tell, but it didn't concern her. She'd find out for sure who everone was and where they were from soon enough. She looked away from the man, and closed her eyes. Shouldn't the person running the meeting be here first?
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Ember smiled at the man who entered, noticing his long staff. "Hello," she said politely, giving him a nod. He surveyed the room, his eyes taking in all the details. Was no one going to talk? "Uh, well...is anyone sure of who all is supposed to be coming?" Ember asked, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear.
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Aiyana shook her head. "I'm not sure if anyone knows who all is coming... sorry." she smiled a bit, trying to be a bit warmer towards them all. She supposed it wouldn't kill her. At least, not yet. She leaned back in her chair, staring at the ceiling.
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It took Bor a moment to understand what he saw as a bad joke.
"Oh." he said, trying to cover himself up.
"Aye, how could I forget. Me name is Bor Herams. Travelling merchant and a 'Protectors Mercenary.'"
He looked at the others gathered here. What an assorted bunch...
"Can I eat the squirrel?" Sky asked dryly, not liking the sudden attention.
"No." Bor said out of the corner of his mouth. "Its one of the others pet. It would be bad for the group if you eat it." He said, keeping it as low as he could, although he speaked ... Falconish?
He looked at Ailyana.
"Yes me girl, this is surely the finest bird in all of Toralia. And she's smart too." Bor said, lightening up in a smile.
"Now could we soon get som' ale? Me throat be scratching and me stomach growling." He said, looking at the others, as to get some support.
"Oh." he said, trying to cover himself up.
"Aye, how could I forget. Me name is Bor Herams. Travelling merchant and a 'Protectors Mercenary.'"
He looked at the others gathered here. What an assorted bunch...
"Can I eat the squirrel?" Sky asked dryly, not liking the sudden attention.
"No." Bor said out of the corner of his mouth. "Its one of the others pet. It would be bad for the group if you eat it." He said, keeping it as low as he could, although he speaked ... Falconish?
He looked at Ailyana.
"Yes me girl, this is surely the finest bird in all of Toralia. And she's smart too." Bor said, lightening up in a smile.
"Now could we soon get som' ale? Me throat be scratching and me stomach growling." He said, looking at the others, as to get some support.
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"I'm Aiyana Maple, and I don't know if there will be drinks here.. if there are, I don't know where they are.." She smiled guiltily. But she didn't see it fit to have people drunk when discussing an important matter. "But there might be something...?" she added, though uncertain. She didn't want to say anything and it not happen. She looked over at Bor. "So you're from Toralia, then? Or you just got her there on the way?" she asked, a bit curious.
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"No me girl. Me father bought this to me. He is a merchant from Altazetra." Bor said.
"He bought Sky from an elf." He said. "Although me does not understand why tis' elf might want to sell her..." He said.
"She be too fine to sell." He let his hand carres the birds feathers.
"Me myself be a mixture of two races. Me father be Toralian, and me mother a Draucian." He said, patting himself on he chest.
He looked intently at her. "Why are ye smiling like that? Do ye really not know if there's anything to drink in here?" He asked.
"Me mightest as well check meself." He said, and walked around the counter.
"Now! Where be the ale?" He asked himself, as he walked in behind the counter.
Sky, his bird jumped off at the table, and looked at the squirrel.
"I'll get my chance..." she muttered, looking at the squirrel.
"But for now... I'll have to drink ale..." the bird said, a faint sound of disgust to her voice.
"He bought Sky from an elf." He said. "Although me does not understand why tis' elf might want to sell her..." He said.
"She be too fine to sell." He let his hand carres the birds feathers.
"Me myself be a mixture of two races. Me father be Toralian, and me mother a Draucian." He said, patting himself on he chest.
He looked intently at her. "Why are ye smiling like that? Do ye really not know if there's anything to drink in here?" He asked.
"Me mightest as well check meself." He said, and walked around the counter.
"Now! Where be the ale?" He asked himself, as he walked in behind the counter.
Sky, his bird jumped off at the table, and looked at the squirrel.
"I'll get my chance..." she muttered, looking at the squirrel.
"But for now... I'll have to drink ale..." the bird said, a faint sound of disgust to her voice.
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Aiyana laughs a bit. "No I'm not sure.. but good luck, I suppose." She'd never heard and accent like his, so it made talking to him a bit interesting. She looked around at the others. Four, besides herself. There may not be any more; besides whoever is hosting it. Should they be the only ones... what was taking him so long? She was ready to leave; if nothing was going to happen. She sighed- bored.
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Bor let out a mock scream. "Nooooo!".
"There be only wine back here! I don't want the pesky wine! I want ALE!" He half-yelled at the Flasks of red and white wine.
"Me life be falling apart!" He said, throwing himself on his knees.
"Would you please stop being so theatrical!? I can't rest in this noise." Sky snapped at him, making a big scenery out of telling him.
"Says the dramatic bird..." Bor muttered back.
He then rose, and walked out from behind the desk.
"There be only wine back here! I don't want the pesky wine! I want ALE!" He half-yelled at the Flasks of red and white wine.
"Me life be falling apart!" He said, throwing himself on his knees.
"Would you please stop being so theatrical!? I can't rest in this noise." Sky snapped at him, making a big scenery out of telling him.
"Says the dramatic bird..." Bor muttered back.
He then rose, and walked out from behind the desk.
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Aiyana laughed again. "So sorry.. maybe there will be some brought?" Though she wasn't sure it was likely. But anything could happen, she supposed. She stood up, starting to walk around the room. She couldn't sit still for every long. Maybe she should go outside awhile and come back?
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Ember observed the conversation between Bor and Aiyanna, it proving to be quite interesting. Until Bor left to go find some ale...what now? Who exactly was hosting this small meeting, and were there others coming? Ember was starting to feel a bit confused and wary. What were the chances of someone setting this meeting up as a trap? Shaking the thought from her mind, Ember addressed the man sitting at her table. "And who might you be?" She asked, leaning back in her chair.
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Bor looked around at the desk, but there wasn't any ale.
He then went around, and took a seat.
He then looked at the squirrel.
"Who's the owner of this squirrel anyway?" He asked aloud, hoping that it would break the silence.
He then went around, and took a seat.
He then looked at the squirrel.
"Who's the owner of this squirrel anyway?" He asked aloud, hoping that it would break the silence.
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Rayl looked down at Twick and shook his head no, then took a breath as if to say something but was interupted by someone barging in through the door. The man was loud, but friendly enough, and Rayl watched in a slight amusement as he and Aiyanna went back and forth for a minute. Aiyanna seemed a bit too reserved at first, though this may have just been her first time outside of the forests if she was Oracian. Rayl looked back down at Twick and gave a slight grin, having noticed the falcon the dwarf carried with him.
"Looks like you're going to be on your toes for a while my friend. Try not to set the poor thing on fire for doing what comes natural to it though, our Dwarven friend may take offense" He said, teasing the tiny mage for a bit, a slight revenge for the little "presents" he tended to leave lying about in the cabin he'd built. He kept watching in silence as the others arrived, not really wanting to start a conversation since his people were the ones that were causing all of this, though his leaving had been a bit of a blow to the Perenian military, which is why they'd held off their invasion for a while. One didn't leave the Harbinger's quietly, that was for sure...
He looked over at the girl who had sat across from him as she spoke to him, pondering whether or not to reveal his past just yet. He could tell by the looks a few gave him that they knew who he was, and had said nothing, so perhaps putting it out in the open wouldn't be a bad thing? or maybe they'd try and take their hate for his homeland out on him... and he'd rather not have to fight them... they seemed like good people.
"I'm just a wanderer, with no nation to call my own" He said, hoping this would either appease her curiosity or let her know his personal affairs was not a topic for discussion. He looked down at Twick, his expression asking if that had been the right move, then sighed, looking back up at the woman.
"What about yourself? What brings you to this little... "Pow wow" we're having?" He asked, trying to change the subject.
"Looks like you're going to be on your toes for a while my friend. Try not to set the poor thing on fire for doing what comes natural to it though, our Dwarven friend may take offense" He said, teasing the tiny mage for a bit, a slight revenge for the little "presents" he tended to leave lying about in the cabin he'd built. He kept watching in silence as the others arrived, not really wanting to start a conversation since his people were the ones that were causing all of this, though his leaving had been a bit of a blow to the Perenian military, which is why they'd held off their invasion for a while. One didn't leave the Harbinger's quietly, that was for sure...
He looked over at the girl who had sat across from him as she spoke to him, pondering whether or not to reveal his past just yet. He could tell by the looks a few gave him that they knew who he was, and had said nothing, so perhaps putting it out in the open wouldn't be a bad thing? or maybe they'd try and take their hate for his homeland out on him... and he'd rather not have to fight them... they seemed like good people.
"I'm just a wanderer, with no nation to call my own" He said, hoping this would either appease her curiosity or let her know his personal affairs was not a topic for discussion. He looked down at Twick, his expression asking if that had been the right move, then sighed, looking back up at the woman.
"What about yourself? What brings you to this little... "Pow wow" we're having?" He asked, trying to change the subject.
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Maurick examined the exterior the pitiful excuse for an inn and let out a long sigh.
"The Blind Princess..." he muttered, recalling the coronation of the Queen in Oracia when he was just 6 years old - a lifetime ago.
Stepping up to the door, he did not pause to read the sign on the door but pushed it open and stepped inside and walking to a nearby chair. He collapsed into the chair with a small moan, resting his aching legs (he walked with a slight limp in his left leg, and though he rarely complained it was painful to walk for long distances).
Only once seated did he look up and around the room.
A young, female elf was pacing the floor and there were two dwarves - no, one dwarf and a half-breed. Then there were two humans, a male and a female. The woman had a distinctly Sayosian air, Maurick thought. He reserved judgment on whether that was a good thing.
Maurick's eyes finally settled on the man. He looked to be a mercenary of some sort, though this was not what puzzled Maurick.
'A Pernian... in an inn... in Toralia... Now you don't see that every day!" he said under his breath, chuckling a little, before turning his gaze back to the room as a whole.
"Well, isn't this a rather sorry crew!" he said, looking from one person to another "The name's Maurick, if you're wondering, Maurick Blackwater."
He wondered if any of them would recognise his name. They seemed young - perhaps too young to have heard of him. Either way he didn't care. He pulled his tattered, mud-stained cloak further round his shoulders, in doing so exposing his dirty brown trousers.
"The Blind Princess..." he muttered, recalling the coronation of the Queen in Oracia when he was just 6 years old - a lifetime ago.
Stepping up to the door, he did not pause to read the sign on the door but pushed it open and stepped inside and walking to a nearby chair. He collapsed into the chair with a small moan, resting his aching legs (he walked with a slight limp in his left leg, and though he rarely complained it was painful to walk for long distances).
Only once seated did he look up and around the room.
A young, female elf was pacing the floor and there were two dwarves - no, one dwarf and a half-breed. Then there were two humans, a male and a female. The woman had a distinctly Sayosian air, Maurick thought. He reserved judgment on whether that was a good thing.
Maurick's eyes finally settled on the man. He looked to be a mercenary of some sort, though this was not what puzzled Maurick.
'A Pernian... in an inn... in Toralia... Now you don't see that every day!" he said under his breath, chuckling a little, before turning his gaze back to the room as a whole.
"Well, isn't this a rather sorry crew!" he said, looking from one person to another "The name's Maurick, if you're wondering, Maurick Blackwater."
He wondered if any of them would recognise his name. They seemed young - perhaps too young to have heard of him. Either way he didn't care. He pulled his tattered, mud-stained cloak further round his shoulders, in doing so exposing his dirty brown trousers.
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Bor didn't look away from the squirrel, when he heard the door open.
But when the man said something about being a sorry crew Bor was imediatly in the defensive.
"Who be you calling sorry, you grumpy, dirty, old man?!" Bor retorted.
"Me certainly be not a sorry fellow.".
But when the man said something about being a sorry crew Bor was imediatly in the defensive.
"Who be you calling sorry, you grumpy, dirty, old man?!" Bor retorted.
"Me certainly be not a sorry fellow.".
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Aiyanna looked at Maurick. Maybe she should have brought her bow and arrows in. "Sorry...!" she started someone fiercly, her temper rising. But she just shook her head and folded her arms, and keps pacing. She prayed this man was not running the meeting. But he looked the age for it. She decided She'd better stop pacing, so she moved back to her seat.
She sat as she had before, not really looking at anyone, she just thought. Who was this man to call them a 'sorry crew'? Granted she barely knew the others, so she didn't know what they could be like. But on first glance that wasn't fit to be said.
She sat as she had before, not really looking at anyone, she just thought. Who was this man to call them a 'sorry crew'? Granted she barely knew the others, so she didn't know what they could be like. But on first glance that wasn't fit to be said.
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Re: [OOC] Corruption of Veldin
^_^" sorry for the post delay, I was at first waiting on some more posts, and then work has kept me busy. I will have a post up tonight, though I would rather enjoy seeing a post from a few people who are flirting with the 3-4 day rule when i get back.
You know who you are :p
You know who you are :p
Re: [OOC] Corruption of Veldin
Since I'm wanting Ember to be an almost master at what she does, I think she would have to have a few more years practice, so I upped her age to 27.(:
Re: [OOC] Corruption of Veldin
Whoops Sorry about that Crowboy. I've edited my post, thank you for the catch.
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oops, my bad. and yeah, that's fine. I also put that the closer to a large body of water weather manipulators are, the stronger the magic becomes, so keep that in mind too ^_^
would it be fair to say, with the exception of Bor's, that no one has anymore questions? If so, I'll get this little show on the road in my next post.
would it be fair to say, with the exception of Bor's, that no one has anymore questions? If so, I'll get this little show on the road in my next post.
Re: [OOC] Corruption of Veldin
Ember isn't an elf...but that's okay.(:
Just a quick thing on her powers. She is able to control weather, such as bring some rain, move a lightning bolt a little over so it won't hit a house, etc. But the more she does, the more energy she loses. So she can't make it rain on a whole town, and it's very difficult to pull lighting that hasn't already started on it's own course.
She can also manipulate weather, such as using wind to knock people over, pulling rain to one spot, directing lightning to where she wants it go...you get what I'm saying? ^^
Just a quick thing on her powers. She is able to control weather, such as bring some rain, move a lightning bolt a little over so it won't hit a house, etc. But the more she does, the more energy she loses. So she can't make it rain on a whole town, and it's very difficult to pull lighting that hasn't already started on it's own course.
She can also manipulate weather, such as using wind to knock people over, pulling rain to one spot, directing lightning to where she wants it go...you get what I'm saying? ^^
Re: [OOC] Corruption of Veldin
Some key notes about the camp:
1: it is on Perenian soil, and so would not be under lock and key, because hey, it's their land, why would they be expecting anyone to come burn their house down?
2: The invasion force within the camp won't be attacking for a few days yet, so they're not pumped up and ready to rip off heads just yet. if anything, they will be fatigued from the march there.
3: Rayl knows as much about Perenian tactics and protocals as you do about (insert hobby/interest here) so getting to the camp unseen won't be a problem.
After everyone gets ready and all questions are answered, The Mission begins ^_^
try not to die...
1: it is on Perenian soil, and so would not be under lock and key, because hey, it's their land, why would they be expecting anyone to come burn their house down?
2: The invasion force within the camp won't be attacking for a few days yet, so they're not pumped up and ready to rip off heads just yet. if anything, they will be fatigued from the march there.
3: Rayl knows as much about Perenian tactics and protocals as you do about (insert hobby/interest here) so getting to the camp unseen won't be a problem.
After everyone gets ready and all questions are answered, The Mission begins ^_^
try not to die...
Re: [OOC] Corruption of Veldin
well when you walk in and insult everyone in the room, some might take offense... ^_^"
but he's an old man, so people should just automatically ignore him, writing it off ash im talking about how things used to be in HIS day...
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but he's an old man, so people should just automatically ignore him, writing it off ash im talking about how things used to be in HIS day...
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Re: [OOC] Corruption of Veldin
was calling us all bastards really necessary? :p
I like it though, makes me think he's scottish, which in turn makes me think he's awesome.
Probably going to be busy again today until the evening, but when i get back, if Crowboy has posted, I shall get the ball rolling. If not, I'll probably still get the ball rolling, and our characters can fill his/hers in when he gets the chance to post. Eveyone wins no matter what ^_^
I like it though, makes me think he's scottish, which in turn makes me think he's awesome.
Probably going to be busy again today until the evening, but when i get back, if Crowboy has posted, I shall get the ball rolling. If not, I'll probably still get the ball rolling, and our characters can fill his/hers in when he gets the chance to post. Eveyone wins no matter what ^_^
Re: [OOC] Corruption of Veldin
Do ye bastards like me dialect?
Me picked it up in a bookseries of David Eddings.
It be a fine dialect, methinks.
Me picked it up in a bookseries of David Eddings.
It be a fine dialect, methinks.
