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Assassin's Pledge: Devastation

Assassin's Pledge: Devastation

The Red-Eyed Demon is back, and more dangerous than ever. But can even he and a brave group of followers prevail against two warring Assassin organizations bent on enforcing their will upon the continent of Cre' Est?

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Welcome one and all to a story over a decade in the making!



Assassin's Pledge takes place in a fictional world not unlike our own. The setting of this RP is late-medieval fantasy where the recently invented flintlock pistol and rifle are the pinnacle of weapon's technology. Magic is not a thing in this RP. Sorry. But there are minor supernatural elements at play, but they're mostly environmental and not meant for being a significant part of the experience.

There are five Nations which call the continent of Cre' Est "home", and I will detail them below:

* Cre' Est - The Mother Nation, first founded, and named after the continent upon which she was founded. She occupies the center of the continent on the Western side of the Cre' Itian Mountain Range which splits the continent into two halves. She has the highest population and most stable economy of all five nations and is culturally very diverse. Cre' Est's government is a Monarchy, run by a Royal Family bearing the same last name as the nation and continent.

* Shaharan - The Desert Nation to the East of the Cre' Itian Mountain Range occupying the Northeastern hemisphere of the continent. The people who live here are tough and hardy, typically sporting darker skin tones and generally speaking are part of a more militant culture. It is a dictatorship run currently by a strict yet relatively non-oppressive man who's last name is the same as the nation.

* Triveila - Nation of Water on the Northwestern sector of the continent. She harvests the bounty of the sea and commands a respectable trade industry focused on pearls, coral, and other undersea commodities. Her people are generally peaceful and laid back and live life day by day as they watch the waves on the shoreline. The government is run on a Monarchy with a ruling family sharing the nation's name.

* Gweynura - Gweynura is the Nation of Trees located to the East below Shaharan. She is the lumber capital of the continent and also boasts the most beautiful landscapes anywhere to be seen. If you see a painting of a gorgeous landscape, chances are it's from Gweynura. The government is a Monarchy run currently by a widowed Queen who shares the last name of her nation thanks to her husband. Her son is soon to come of age and ascend the throne in his father's absence.

* Veilbrand - The Nation of Stone situated South of the Mother Nation in the Cre' Itian Mountain Range. She is the precious metal and precious gem capital of the continent and you will never find a better blacksmith than those who live here. They are also some of the finest weapon smiths. Veilbrand is run by a rather greedy dictator at present, though there are rumors of a rebellion on the rise.


Now that you are familiar with the five nations, it's time to learn about the story of the RP!



The RP takes place after the events of my previous two Assassin's Pledge RP's.

The Red-Eyed Demon, known simply as "Shadow" to the world of Assassins, is the most powerful and feared Assassin in the world. His body harbors the spirit of a Demon summoned from the Nether Realm by his mother and the cult she was attached to which greatly enhances his physical abilities far beyond the scope of normal humans.

He belongs to an Assassin organization called Te'i Sai. Due to the Red-Eyed Demon's success and how dangerous he is thanks to the Demon's spirit, Te'i Sai attempted to create a serum which duplicated the effects of the Demon's presence. They succeeded, and thanks to the serum their operatives are also much stronger, faster, more agile, and have higher reaction times than normal people.

However Te'i Sai made one mistake... They killed the Red-Eyed Demon's first and only friend. Her name was Iris Di' Nelma, and she was a beautiful and kind hearted young woman. When the Demon was temporarily banished for breaking Te'i Sai's first Commandment, "Never take the life of an innocent", she found and befriended him. She taught him things which were deliberately kept hidden from him such as the meaning of empathy and what it meant to care for someone else. She helped open his eyes to the fact that he'd lived his entire life as a puppet never making his own decisions, and thus when she was killed by Te'i Sai for her interference the Red-Eyed Demon secretly vowed vengeance and rebelled against the organization.

He killed the Grandmaster of Te'i Sai and his Second, leaving nobody in a position to take over. With the organization in chaos the Red-Eyed Demon led a small group of sympathizers to war on the organization. They had begun making headway after destroying the Mountain Fortress located in Roda Valley (a valley in the Cre' Itian Mountain Range's heart) as well as several other major Te'i Sai base locations throughout the continent, but their efforts were in vain.

... Another Assassin organizations called Roda Ah K'mht came from overseas and began laying claim to the continent. They seized control of the ruined Mountain Fortress and found the recipe for the serum used to enhance Te'i Sai's operatives. Now distributing it among their own ranks they seek to destroy both Te'i Sai and the Red-Eyed Demon and take control of the continent.

And thus we have our story...


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With the Red-Eyed Demon being the sole exception as the focus of the RP's plot and story, all Player-Controlled Characters in this RP must obey these simple rules:

1) They may not be from Te'i Sai or Roda Ah K'mht, nor may they have ever had family or other relations with either organization.

2) They may not have acquired the serum which enhances their abilities.

3) They may not have any "superpower"-like traits or abilities. They're normal people.

And that's it! Keeping these three simple rules in mind you can make whatever kind of character you want from any kind of background including members of one of the five nation's ruling families.

For those wondering why I made the three above rules, it's because the point of the RP is to put everyone's characters into what feels at first like a helpless situation. The fact that Te'i Sai, Roda Ah K'mht, and the Red-Eyed Demon are all basically super human Assassins who can kill them at any moment of their choosing is what will drive the RP forward. The Red-Eyed Demon is going to meet and join forces with all Player-Controlled Characters who will find a reason to want both Te'i Sai and Roda Ah K'mht to disappear.

And about the serum... There's a reason you don't get to start with it. Spoiler alert, you get the serum later from the Red-Eyed Demon himself so you'll get to take on Te'i Sai and Roda Ah K'mht on even ground after the RP gets underway.

That's about all for now! If you have any questions feel free to send me a private message or ask away in the "General Discussion" thread!

See you soon!

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1) No God-Modding, Metagaming, or Power Playing.

Even with the Red-Eyed Demon's enhanced abilities, he is still human and will have limits. Your characters as well will all still have limits even after the Red-Eyed Demon gives them the serum.

I will be very strict about this. It's one strike and you're out for any of them.

2) Be realistic.

This RP is medieval-fantasy, but it's still bound by the laws of nature and the laws of physics. There are no superpowers like flight, nor is there any magic. So please be as realistic as you can.

3) Respect your fellow role-players.

We are all here to enjoy an experience, so please do not insult or make trouble for each other in the threads. If you start to have a problem with someone, bring it to my attention and I will sort it out.

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Character Portrait: Red-Eyed Demon My name is "Kyero"
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"I am the TRUE Red-Eyed Demon!"
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For Drake, the journey to Deadman's Cove was a simple one. His job was to scout the path to ensure safe and easy passage. And he did so with great efficiency. No further bandit encounters. No land or rock slides to block their path. No forts or villages in their way. A smooth and simple path directly to the Cove.

Xia, on the other hand, had held back from the group the entire way, trailing by nearly a full twenty five meters behind the group with an emotionless expression on her face. But behind the stoic and empty gaze was a rapidly breaking heart.

The way Kade looked at her when she asked to help take the "burden" off his shoulders...

Not only did it frighten her, but it made her feel like he hated her.

She liked Kade. A lot. He was so sweet, innocent, and charming. And he was a dingus who didn't recognize when a girl liked him. But... She hadn't minded before. But she did now. Because now it felt like not only did he not notice her feelings. It felt like he was rejecting them outright.

When they all arrived at Deadman's Cove, Drake elected to stay at the docks. He loved the ocean, and watching it was a way to help him relax. So for the time being he meandered to the docks and found an empty bench to sit in by himself.

Xia, meanwhile, had followed him. He was the only familiar face she had anymore, and the only one where she truly felt welcome. She sat down next to him in silence.

"You okay, Xia" He asked.

... Silence, so she thought.

"I'm fine." She said.

"You don't look it. Did something happen?"

"Don't worry about me, Drake. I'm fine."

"If I didn't concern myself with a face like that, what kind of friend would I be?"

"It-... It's nothing."

Drake shifted his weight to face her on the bench.

"Xia. You know you can talk to me right? I'm your friend. That's what friends do. They are there for each other." He said calmly.

She glanced to him out of the corner of her eye.

"So come on, Xia. Talk to me. What has you wearing such a down face?"

"It's... Kade."

"The little Velran priest?" He asked.

Xia nodded.

"Okay. What about him?"

"I think he hates me now."

"Why would you think that?"

"Because of the way he looked at me after the bandit attack. And the way he spoke to me."

Drake's brows furrowed.

"What did he say and do?" He asked, his voice getting a bit firmer.

"He was wounded, and I was worried about him. So I asked him to give me directions so I could tend to everyone while he rested. I asked to take the burden of taking care of them for a while... And the look he gave me... He told me never to call it a burden again, and the look in his eyes... Scared me." She said.

She was starting to shake, slightly.

"Xia... He doesn't hate you." Drake said.

"How can you be sure? You didn't see it."

Drake put a hand on her back.

"Look, Xia. All men have triggers. Things that make us angry. Just like you and all other women. The little guy must be serious about his work as a priest and a healer. So when you called it a burden, he took it personally. But don't worry. I'm sure he has already forgotten that exchange and wants to talk to you again. But the little guy seems only to talk to people when they talk first... Kind of like you."

Xia glanced at him over her shoulder.

"Why don't you go talk to him, Xia? Just go say sorry for calling his work a burden. If he truly hates you, then you will know by his response. But I'm certain he does not."

"I can't." She said weakly.

"Can't? Or won't?"

Xia looked away.

"Look, Xia. The only thing stopping you from talking to him now is your own doubt. Just throw them to the wind and talk to him. He's your friend too, isn't he? Friends forgive each other and move on when they face problems together. So go talk to him, Xia. What do you have to lose?"

Xia was silent for a long time.

"Think of it this way, Xia: If you talk to him now, you'll know for sure that much sooner and can move forward accordingly. But if you wait... You're only hurting yourself needlessly."

Xia's shoulders started to shake, and she whipped around and jumped into Drake's arms to hug him as she cried into his shoulder. Drake was a bit surprised, but smiled and wrapped his arms around her to pat her head and hold her. Xia cried for a few minutes straight, and finally composed herself as she scooted away from him and wiped her tears.

"I'm sorry... I don't-... K-know what came over me." She sniffed.

He chuckled.

"This is part of being a friend, Xia. I'm here for you when you need me. Now, go talk to him." He said.

Xia nodded firmly and stood up, wiping the last of her tears away as she dashed to where the others had gone to find Kade and ask him to forgive her for her comment about what he did.

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Sarah Draken the Golden Knight watched the ragtag group enter her base. She knew who they where and why they where here... As if she didn't have enough troubles with the bandits attacking her patrols now this was thrust into her lap as well...

Sarah's face was somewhere between neutral and cold as she greeted Quinn and listened to her. "Yes...I got your message... As for Captain Wavecrest... she has yet to arrive. Now let me speak to your prisoner..." She said.

Miriam seemed to filch when she heard the name Wavecrest. It was a filch that Sarah noticed. Walking over Sarah looked upon Miriam. Triveilian armor... a Shaharan tan... She was silent but then asked "What is your name?"

Miriam looked up at the golden armored redhead. "Miriam..." she answered.

"Miriam? Just Miriam? No last name?"

"Gale if you must know..."

Sarah went quiet. And soon turned to Quinn "Quinn I need a word...alone."

Sarah ushered Quinn to her office and closed the door behind them. "You don't know who you have in that cage do you?" She asked before looking right at Quinn. "I'm surprised Miranda never mentioned her to you...or maybe she did..but never gave a name... You see... Miranda has mentioned Miriam Gale to me in our little chats when she is in harbor... She's going to kill you when she finds out you locked up her fiancée..."

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"... Pfft."

After a few solid seconds of staring at the Commander, the corner of Quinn's lips lifted. She cocked her head in confusion.

"Excuse me?"

Putting her hand to her mouth to suppress a chuckle, she shook her head.

"No, no, no, no..." she murmured, then glanced up to see Sarah's firm, sincere expression - and she started laughing.

The youthful, tinkling sound turned the heads of those by the Commander's tent. Inside, Quinn was having difficulty keeping her footing. She swayed her on her feet as she clutched at her stomach and covered her bright grin with a hand.

"Oh my Gods," she gasped, wiping a tear from her eye. As her laughter died down, her expression turned to one of horror, "OH MY GODS!" Her arm swung wildly to gesture in the direction of Miriam's cage. "THAT is Beautiful Tempest?!"

That definitely turned a few heads, too.

Quinn ran an overwhelmed hand through her bangs and turned to start pacing. That was the wrong Miriam Gale. It had to be. Oh, if she was the right Miriam Gale, and Miranda still had the gall to criticize Quinn's romantic history...

It struck Quinn, then, that this was a Commander she shared the space with. With a sharp intake of breath, she shut her eyes and willed herself back to professionalism.

"Whatever consequences may come, I can handle them," she began stiffly. It felt so strange to talk seriously of this... frankly bizarre turn of events that she still could not wrap her mind around. "I'm not going to release a prisoner in fear of angering Miss Wavecrest. Are you not more concerned for what she did to be in that cage? Because right now, as far as the witnesses are concerned, she hit a man and he died. Speak to the witnesses, look over the evidence, and if you believe her innocence, convince them. I will not release a prisoner while those with me representing Arklay remain convinced of her guilt. Miss Wavecrest will understand that."

Gods, this was painfully surreal. She needed a drink.

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Sarah silently and calmly walked over to a window of her office. "If you look out there you will see many good men and women in pain..some barely clinging to life. Some won't make it.. Good men and women... i guess my messengers where not as lucky as yours... The roads in the north are claimed by the bandits. None of my supply wagons can get though with out them getting hit. To the south is the Vielbrand Army patrols...And in between... My scouts have reported seeing what looked like Te'i Sai...."

Sarah paced the floor over to another window that faced the dock. "Miss Wavecrest and her ships are the only thing keeping this base alive right now... I can not afford to lose her support..."

A knock came at the door "Lady Draken... Maiden forgive my interruption... but The Beautiful Tempest has entered the inner cove. She is signaling for us to open the sea gate."

Sarah's face darkened and she sighed. "Have the men open the gates... Tell Captain Wavecrest I am in a meeting when she docks and to unload without me."

"yes Ma'am!" the man at the door replied.

When the man had left Sarah turned to Quinn. "Bring the prisoner and anyone else you need here to my office...before The Beautiful Tempest enters the harbor.."

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Jeanne wandered about the Cove, taking in more of its sights, sounds, and smells. Until… she heard a chuckle. Her heels snapped together into a halt as the chuckle broke into laughter, and a rather hysterical one at that. Her lips curled into a feline frown, and her body bent over to eavesdrop behind the Base Commander’s tent.

”Oh, Quinn…,” the jester sighed, her gaze casted downwards. The situation with Miriam’s cage continued to be a hassle. ”I don’t envy your responsibilities, I’ll say that much.” She turned her head to the side, hiding a squinty-eyed pout. ”..Your cute giggles on the other hand… Hmph!”

Jeanne’s eyes wandered, then froze as they looked upon a grisly sight. Men and women, old and young, laying half-dead in tents, crimson blood tainting snow-white bandages. Her face went pale as a sheet, as once again, the gloom of war struck her like a hammer to the face. Marcus, Quinn, the Atwood Twins. This revolution was important to them. Is important.

She gulped, and whipped her head away with a sigh. Times like this, I wish I was better with herbs than an anvil, she lamented privately, before she strode away, from the Commander’s office, from the pain and suffering, and into a warehouse.

The door swung open with a whine. The torches were left unlit, no doubt an effort to conserve what little resources they had. Jeanne stepped inside, one foot at a time. Her boots made no sound as they kissed the floor. She counted every little step, watched each nook and cranny. For a thief like her, with more than two decades of experience, it was only routine. Even when she had no plans to rob the place.

Jeanne looked up and around the storage. Crates and barrels, empty or half-empty littered the place. The little food that remained had been blackened by mould or rot. Cases and cases of glass bottles were left with little more than single drops of mead or rum. A dejected Jeanne exhaled, ”By Soroshii, there’s barely anything here.”

In one corner of the warehouse, was a section filled with a peculiar assortment of wares. Broken cutlasses and arming swords. Ships in bottles. Flintlock pistols with warped barrels or missing triggers. Moth-eaten clothes and termite-ruined books. A nearby sign read, “Salvage, to be sorted”.

Jeanne hunkered down into a crouch, observing crate after crate filled with junk. None of them caught her eye for long, until…

What’s this?

Dainty, gloved hands brushed aside scrap and plucked a… toy? Disc-shaped and 12 inches in diameter with a quarter of that in thickness, a clear glass on the top center featuring the painted silhouette of a jaguar. On the back side, a few gears, a spring, and a little tab sticking out to the side. Jeanne laid a finger upon this tab, and pulled.


A rapid series of clicks followed. The painting blinked, and the jaguar sprung to life, galloping in place before her startled eyes. ”Waooow…” She remained still for a few seconds, repeatedly tugging at the tab to bring the feline back into motion. A myriad questions popped into her head. Who made this? Why? Is it time for lunch yet? But one query nagged at her mind more than the others, as she turned the device over.

...How does it work?

The jester tugged at the tab, repeating the clicks. But this time, Her gaze was transfixed to the back of the device. To the spring which pulled a hammer, which then pushed a nail, into another gear to turn a circular sheet of copper. Jeanne repeatedly turned the device back and forth, watching as the circular sheet spun in tandem with the shifting jaguar.

Even in the dark, Jeanne’s beryl eyes reflected the flicker of the moving images… and more than a twinkle of inspiration. ”A hammer, a rotation… I could use this.” She pulled at the tab, over and over again, then gave a nod so full of vigor, her braid-tails bounced over the top of her head. ”I could use this!”

“Jeanne? Hey Jeanne, you in here?”

Jeanne hopped up in attention, having almost forgotten where she was. ”Marcus! She turned on her feet, then skipped towards the exit, an airy pitter-patter following her every step. ”I’m coming~!”

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