Introduction
"...And so, the Fabled Heroes made the ultimate sacrifice in order to destroy the Demon Lord. Thus, his tyranny ended, and with it, the end of the Mythic Era. However, many still believe the Demon Lord could never truly be killed, and that one day he will return to wreak havoc upon the world once again. Sitting on his throne, and watching all of creation burn to ash."
- Taken from "The Demon Lord," Atris' most popular children's story
The continent of Atris lies in the direct center of the world of Gwyn. Once unified under a single kingdom, over the last three thousand years it has splintered off and reformed to 14 independent nations. After nearly two hundred years of peace, war drums have once again pounding throughout the land. Aronbor, a northern nation, has been involved in a violent and bloody conflict with its neighbor nation of Rydony for over two years. What started as an argument over trade terms, escalated to full scale war after the assassination of Aronbor's late king. While his death is shrouded in mystery, many in Aronbor and across Atris believe the Rydony Council was responsible. Dark times are returning to the once peaceful land, and with tensions rising in the south, we may yet see darker moments.
Our story begins in the eastern nation of Asrinon. A small village, Jaski, near the Capital of Bran was raised by bandits. However, this was no ordinary attack as many of the people were taken from their homes and kidnapped by the thieves, including an old Seer, who was a long time friend and adviser for the Queen. The Queen has posted a bounty for whoever finds and brings to justice the bandits, even offering double the reward if the Seer is brought back alive. This is where you come in. Whether you were drawn with the promise of riches, revenge for family lost in the raid, curiosity, or even boredom, you arrive in the city of Bran. Whatever the reason, you felt like nothing was going to stop you from going there. So you go, to meet with Queen Judiya, or Queen of the Black Rose as she has been called in the past. Though, if you knew what awaited you, you might just turn back.
Atris
Atris is heavily based on magic and fantasy influences. Several types of creatures, including dragons, hydra, and goblins are known to haunt its skies, ground and oceans.
Races
There are three majors races in Atris, humans, elves, and dwarves. If you don;t know about these three races, this roleplay might not be for you.
Elves: Elves are the most strongly gifted in the arcane arts of all the races. They are among the longest living and intelligent races, and they often become powerful magic users, having centuries in which to practice their art. Some elves incredibly strong minds make them naturally immune to all kinds of paralysis.
Life Span- 400 yrs
Humans: The well-educated and well-spoken humans are known for the discipline and training of their citizen armies, and their respect for the rule of law. They have proved to be shrewd diplomats and traders, and these traits, along with their remarkable skill and training as light infantry;
Life Span- 90 yrs
Dwarves: Possibly the most reclusive of the three, the Dwarves have built cities beneath the land. While they have three cities in Atris, they don't allow any non-Dwarves in. They dabble in science and tend to be on the shorter side, but are very dangerous over short distances.
Life Span- 150 yrs
Magic
Pretty straight-forward, just use your common sense and experience when using it. also, weapons, shields, and armor can be enchanted to have magical properties. Like a shield having magical resistance.
Religion/Gods and Goddesses
Maraic: Cheif Deity and God of Time
Lira: Goddess of Nature and Life
Frenviir: God of Balance
Perite: Goddess of Beauty and Fate
Janos: God of Merciful Judgment
Davron: Goddess of Changing Seasons
A temple exists in each city across Atris that worships one of the six. While each God has an altar at all temples, each temple decides which God it will worship primarily, while giving the community the option to pay tribute or offerings to any and all. It is said that the Gods exist in a realm beyond Gwyn, that the Clergy has named Feryn. It is believed that the Gods once inhabited this realm, but left in order to allow in life to flourish on Gwyn. The moon and sun are said to be remnants of their Divine power, each star being traces of their immeasurable magic that was left behind. While the Temples and Clergy have no true power within the courts of Atris, their word is often counted upon in times of turmoil or strife. With the long-lasting peace, they acted mostly as community leaders and healers when not practicing or preaching their faith. With the war brewing in the north, men and women have joined in defense of the temples, taking up sword and shield to protect both the people and their faith.
Character sheet
Name:
Age:
Race:
Appearance: (No real-life photos)
Personality:
Weapons:
Skills:
No history necessary, it van be flushed out in the rp.
- Taken from "The Demon Lord," Atris' most popular children's story
The continent of Atris lies in the direct center of the world of Gwyn. Once unified under a single kingdom, over the last three thousand years it has splintered off and reformed to 14 independent nations. After nearly two hundred years of peace, war drums have once again pounding throughout the land. Aronbor, a northern nation, has been involved in a violent and bloody conflict with its neighbor nation of Rydony for over two years. What started as an argument over trade terms, escalated to full scale war after the assassination of Aronbor's late king. While his death is shrouded in mystery, many in Aronbor and across Atris believe the Rydony Council was responsible. Dark times are returning to the once peaceful land, and with tensions rising in the south, we may yet see darker moments.
Our story begins in the eastern nation of Asrinon. A small village, Jaski, near the Capital of Bran was raised by bandits. However, this was no ordinary attack as many of the people were taken from their homes and kidnapped by the thieves, including an old Seer, who was a long time friend and adviser for the Queen. The Queen has posted a bounty for whoever finds and brings to justice the bandits, even offering double the reward if the Seer is brought back alive. This is where you come in. Whether you were drawn with the promise of riches, revenge for family lost in the raid, curiosity, or even boredom, you arrive in the city of Bran. Whatever the reason, you felt like nothing was going to stop you from going there. So you go, to meet with Queen Judiya, or Queen of the Black Rose as she has been called in the past. Though, if you knew what awaited you, you might just turn back.
Atris
Atris is heavily based on magic and fantasy influences. Several types of creatures, including dragons, hydra, and goblins are known to haunt its skies, ground and oceans.
Races
There are three majors races in Atris, humans, elves, and dwarves. If you don;t know about these three races, this roleplay might not be for you.
Elves: Elves are the most strongly gifted in the arcane arts of all the races. They are among the longest living and intelligent races, and they often become powerful magic users, having centuries in which to practice their art. Some elves incredibly strong minds make them naturally immune to all kinds of paralysis.
Life Span- 400 yrs
Humans: The well-educated and well-spoken humans are known for the discipline and training of their citizen armies, and their respect for the rule of law. They have proved to be shrewd diplomats and traders, and these traits, along with their remarkable skill and training as light infantry;
Life Span- 90 yrs
Dwarves: Possibly the most reclusive of the three, the Dwarves have built cities beneath the land. While they have three cities in Atris, they don't allow any non-Dwarves in. They dabble in science and tend to be on the shorter side, but are very dangerous over short distances.
Life Span- 150 yrs
Magic
Pretty straight-forward, just use your common sense and experience when using it. also, weapons, shields, and armor can be enchanted to have magical properties. Like a shield having magical resistance.
Religion/Gods and Goddesses
Maraic: Cheif Deity and God of Time
Lira: Goddess of Nature and Life
Frenviir: God of Balance
Perite: Goddess of Beauty and Fate
Janos: God of Merciful Judgment
Davron: Goddess of Changing Seasons
A temple exists in each city across Atris that worships one of the six. While each God has an altar at all temples, each temple decides which God it will worship primarily, while giving the community the option to pay tribute or offerings to any and all. It is said that the Gods exist in a realm beyond Gwyn, that the Clergy has named Feryn. It is believed that the Gods once inhabited this realm, but left in order to allow in life to flourish on Gwyn. The moon and sun are said to be remnants of their Divine power, each star being traces of their immeasurable magic that was left behind. While the Temples and Clergy have no true power within the courts of Atris, their word is often counted upon in times of turmoil or strife. With the long-lasting peace, they acted mostly as community leaders and healers when not practicing or preaching their faith. With the war brewing in the north, men and women have joined in defense of the temples, taking up sword and shield to protect both the people and their faith.
Character sheet
Name:
Age:
Race:
Appearance: (No real-life photos)
Personality:
Weapons:
Skills:
No history necessary, it van be flushed out in the rp.
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Theresa was stunned at the wreckage of what was left of Jaski. The only thing left standing were stone walls, and not a whole lot of those. When the captain gave orders for them to search the area, she noticed that not a lot of bodies were left, "Where could they have been taken." She pondered as she looked around, looking for a body that wasn't completly burned in the fires. But her search showed that any bodies that were in tact were taken away.
She knew what she had to do, and she needed to ask the Captains permisson to do it, which she hated to do, but it was the only way she thought she could help. Making her way over to where she saw the captain, she felt what was left of several buildings under her feet. She found him looking around in what appeared to by a larger building before it was burned to the ground. She made her way to him, and then tapped him on his shoulder, and when he turned around with a 'What is it, Elf?' She got mad, "Bastards knows my name." She quickly thought before answering, "I need to see the bodies of the ones you took out of here. The ones not burned by the fires." She said, noticing she didn't feel nervous, "Too annoyed to feel nervous." She guessed before the captain asked why she needed to see the bodies and she replied. "I can bring thier souls back from the dead, but the body needs to be in tact for it to work. And besides, might help to learn what happened from someone who was acctually here." She finished, and noticed that the Captain's expresstion was one of disgust, 'NO way I am letting you perform dark magic on these poor sods, that damned magic is evil. Now go before I kill you for even talking about using that magic." He finshed and left her standing in the rumble.
"Oh my goddess, that man has no freaking clue about magic, no such thing as 'evil' magic, and threatening to kill me, good way to make friends." She thought, as clenched her fists and jaw, making sure she didn't explode on the man she now felt like running a tree through. After around five minutes, she felt her anger start to fade, and she knew that she needed to find those bodies, as soon as possible. So she began to think who among this group would have access to dead bodies, and then it hit her, "The Palidan called Sir Alberon, perfect." She thought and made her way to find him.
She found him rather quickly, and ran up to him, getting in front of him, and starting, "Sir Alberon, I need your help. I need to get to the undamaged bodies, I know there are some, and also that you can get access to them, being a man of religon. I know how your kind feel about necromancy, but I am not using the bodies for experiments, and the souls will be returned to resting. Can you help me?" She said it all very rushed, knowing that the bodies are decomposing, so she didn't want to waste any more time than neccisary.
She knew what she had to do, and she needed to ask the Captains permisson to do it, which she hated to do, but it was the only way she thought she could help. Making her way over to where she saw the captain, she felt what was left of several buildings under her feet. She found him looking around in what appeared to by a larger building before it was burned to the ground. She made her way to him, and then tapped him on his shoulder, and when he turned around with a 'What is it, Elf?' She got mad, "Bastards knows my name." She quickly thought before answering, "I need to see the bodies of the ones you took out of here. The ones not burned by the fires." She said, noticing she didn't feel nervous, "Too annoyed to feel nervous." She guessed before the captain asked why she needed to see the bodies and she replied. "I can bring thier souls back from the dead, but the body needs to be in tact for it to work. And besides, might help to learn what happened from someone who was acctually here." She finished, and noticed that the Captain's expresstion was one of disgust, 'NO way I am letting you perform dark magic on these poor sods, that damned magic is evil. Now go before I kill you for even talking about using that magic." He finshed and left her standing in the rumble.
"Oh my goddess, that man has no freaking clue about magic, no such thing as 'evil' magic, and threatening to kill me, good way to make friends." She thought, as clenched her fists and jaw, making sure she didn't explode on the man she now felt like running a tree through. After around five minutes, she felt her anger start to fade, and she knew that she needed to find those bodies, as soon as possible. So she began to think who among this group would have access to dead bodies, and then it hit her, "The Palidan called Sir Alberon, perfect." She thought and made her way to find him.
She found him rather quickly, and ran up to him, getting in front of him, and starting, "Sir Alberon, I need your help. I need to get to the undamaged bodies, I know there are some, and also that you can get access to them, being a man of religon. I know how your kind feel about necromancy, but I am not using the bodies for experiments, and the souls will be returned to resting. Can you help me?" She said it all very rushed, knowing that the bodies are decomposing, so she didn't want to waste any more time than neccisary.
Xandur felt a very familiar expression spread across his face when the dwarf named Hogar announced that the stone baffled. Xandur expected no more from the dwarf but knew he had to at least try. He was about to take the gauntlet back, when Hogar piped up. He stated that the reason he couldn't identify the stone was that it wasn't from this plane and that he should seek the help of a Magi familiar with conjuration. Xandur's eye lit up with intrigue and excitement. He had a lead. After seven years he finally had a lead. Not a very strong one, but maybe he could finally figure out who he was. "Thank you master Hogar. You don't know how much you've helped me." He stated with genuine happiness. He then raised his stub and the gauntlet flew out of the dwarf's hands and reattached itself to his stub. The symbols glowed once more, and the limb began to move once more.
Suddenly, the elf girl who called herself Theresa, stated she recognized the stone as well. She then pulled and ankle bracelet off of her leg and showed it to them. The stone was of a slightly different color, but the symbols seemed to resemble the ones on the gauntlet fairly well. She stated that it was apparently a family heirloom. Xandur was about to comment on it, but it seemed they were to be quiet since they were nearing known ambush sites so Xandur remained quiet. Sooner or later though, he would have to speak with Theresa.
They finally arrived at the site of the attack, and almost immediately, Xandur felt a disturbance. Something about this place was wrong, but he wasn't entirely sure exactly what it was. Everyone seemed to be receiving orders about what to do and what not to do, but Xandur simply ignored the Captain. Xandur immediately made his way to the southwest part of the ruins of the village. He walked over a pile of rubble that he suspected used to be a house and crouched down, supporting himself with his staff. Xandur then reached up and removed his eye patch and placed it into his pack. He then breathed in slowly and opened his milky white dead eye and closed the other.
Light and color seemed to swirl out of existence into a torrent of nothingness for Xandur. Then, images and sounds could be made out, but just barely. After a bit the sounds and images became clearer, and what he stared at now, was a truly perplexing sight. The ground was teala nd the sky was purple. Streams of technicolor light danced through the sky and the very moon seemed to display a horribly twisted face with blood coming from every orifice. The entire village seemed to be on fire, the flames scarlet as blood. Sheep ran every which way, bleating for sanctuary and mercy. The sheep were being systematically slaughtered by what seemed to be statues wearing scary human masks. Their goal seemed to be slaughter and destruction. Xandur only saw this for maybe 9 seconds before he immediately closed his eye and opened his normal one. Blood was running from his scarred eye and Xandur was breathing heavily. He slowly stood up and shook his head. Though, he knew no matter how hard he tried, he would never forget those images. Things seen by your minds true sight could never be forgotten.
He looked about and noticed a few of the others seemed to have figured out what he had. That this was no bandit attack and that the situation was far more different that the Captain believed or was equipped for. Xandur wasn't sure what to do, if he said anything, than they might not be payed and they would be sent away. Xandur needed to be here and needed to do this. He then noticed the other eye patch guy seemed to notice as well. The after affects his true sight showed he seemed to be hiding something that had to do with the attack. Xandur wiped the blood from his eye and approached the man.
Xandur walked up to him with a friendly smile and patted him on the shoulder with his normal hand. He then spoke in a hushed tone, his words not matching what his face displayed. "How do you think we should proceed about this. We know each other knows about what really happened here. I know your hiding what happened, though I don't know why. Right now it doesn't matter, because if this turns out to an international incident, we get called off. If the Captain gets a hint of this being to much for his men, then we definitely get called off. Since you seem to know more than I do, I'm referring to you. So what do you think we should do?"
Suddenly, the elf girl who called herself Theresa, stated she recognized the stone as well. She then pulled and ankle bracelet off of her leg and showed it to them. The stone was of a slightly different color, but the symbols seemed to resemble the ones on the gauntlet fairly well. She stated that it was apparently a family heirloom. Xandur was about to comment on it, but it seemed they were to be quiet since they were nearing known ambush sites so Xandur remained quiet. Sooner or later though, he would have to speak with Theresa.
They finally arrived at the site of the attack, and almost immediately, Xandur felt a disturbance. Something about this place was wrong, but he wasn't entirely sure exactly what it was. Everyone seemed to be receiving orders about what to do and what not to do, but Xandur simply ignored the Captain. Xandur immediately made his way to the southwest part of the ruins of the village. He walked over a pile of rubble that he suspected used to be a house and crouched down, supporting himself with his staff. Xandur then reached up and removed his eye patch and placed it into his pack. He then breathed in slowly and opened his milky white dead eye and closed the other.
Light and color seemed to swirl out of existence into a torrent of nothingness for Xandur. Then, images and sounds could be made out, but just barely. After a bit the sounds and images became clearer, and what he stared at now, was a truly perplexing sight. The ground was teala nd the sky was purple. Streams of technicolor light danced through the sky and the very moon seemed to display a horribly twisted face with blood coming from every orifice. The entire village seemed to be on fire, the flames scarlet as blood. Sheep ran every which way, bleating for sanctuary and mercy. The sheep were being systematically slaughtered by what seemed to be statues wearing scary human masks. Their goal seemed to be slaughter and destruction. Xandur only saw this for maybe 9 seconds before he immediately closed his eye and opened his normal one. Blood was running from his scarred eye and Xandur was breathing heavily. He slowly stood up and shook his head. Though, he knew no matter how hard he tried, he would never forget those images. Things seen by your minds true sight could never be forgotten.
He looked about and noticed a few of the others seemed to have figured out what he had. That this was no bandit attack and that the situation was far more different that the Captain believed or was equipped for. Xandur wasn't sure what to do, if he said anything, than they might not be payed and they would be sent away. Xandur needed to be here and needed to do this. He then noticed the other eye patch guy seemed to notice as well. The after affects his true sight showed he seemed to be hiding something that had to do with the attack. Xandur wiped the blood from his eye and approached the man.
Xandur walked up to him with a friendly smile and patted him on the shoulder with his normal hand. He then spoke in a hushed tone, his words not matching what his face displayed. "How do you think we should proceed about this. We know each other knows about what really happened here. I know your hiding what happened, though I don't know why. Right now it doesn't matter, because if this turns out to an international incident, we get called off. If the Captain gets a hint of this being to much for his men, then we definitely get called off. Since you seem to know more than I do, I'm referring to you. So what do you think we should do?"
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Adrian watched the others, pushing the occasional debris with his foot to give the appearance of searching. He could see the dwarf moving with the footprints. For those without magical prowess, it was a common thing to learn, but harder to master. Luckily, the dwarf and the tribal both were only hinting at what had actually occurred. Out of the corner eye, he could see a figure moving in his direction. Adrian watched the half-elf approach him, his right arm relaxing as the blade underneath pressed against his forearm. The elf walked up friendly enough, but Adrian knew better than to believe such a ruse.
Since you seem to know more than I do, I'm referring to you. So what do you think we should do?"
Adrian looked at the elf, noticing the faint tint of blood than ran from his closed eye. Adrian let out a slight chuckle, his yellow eye looking at the elf coldly. Its gaze was unshakeable, telling a twisted and depraved story of what it had seen. He whispered, "You see too much, elf." Adrian turned around, away from the village and pointed toward the tip of the nearby mountain which separated where they were now from Bran. "We can't afford to go back. If we all continue on, not all of us will survive. But, we can't go back." Adrian was uncertain of what the elf's response would be, but their conversation was interrupted by the sound of the Captain rounding everyone up within the town square.
The Captain looked primarily at his men, who had clearly not found a thing. "Alright, did anyone else find anything of value to our mission?" Adrian looked around the group to see who would respond. No one seemed to be speaking up which Adrian met with a sigh of relief. The Captain sighed and scratched the back of his head, muttering the word 'useless' under his breath. "Well, since no one found anything useful, I guess we'll just move on." The Captain and guards mounted their horses again, ready to venture beyond the town. "Alright, move out!" The horse began their trout once again, traveling deeper into the mountains.
A few hours later...
The sun was setting, disappearing behind the mountains. It would be dark soon, but the group was not stopping for the night. The Captain was prepared to march until they found their targets. If his maps were correct, the bandits would eventually reach mountains too high to traverse and will likely head underneath, finding shelter in a cave. At least, that was the Captain's theory. "Captain! Captain!" The Captain turned to one of his guards, seeing the man's eyes wide and pointing down the path. The Captain squinted his eyes, seeing a large object hanging down from a tree down the path. The group continued forward, stopping twenty yards short of the now visible wreckage. The object hanging from the tree was one of his guards, the body dangling from an old rope. Five other guards laid around the area, along with their horses. Save for the one lynched, the other five had been decapitated, their heads lined up on spikes just a few feet further down the dirt road.
The Captain dismounted his horse, walking to the tree and cutting the base of the rope, causing the body to fall to the ground. He spoke a few words from the Chant of The Divines under his breath not wanting to show weakness in front of his men/ Adrian walked over to the spikes, looking at the heads with reserve. The eyes had been removed, likely to be taken as a warning. His left eye shot to the trees, a shadow watching them. It was not likely one of those they hunt, so Adrian decided not to mind it. Whether the figure decided to reveal itself was its choice alone.
Since you seem to know more than I do, I'm referring to you. So what do you think we should do?"
Adrian looked at the elf, noticing the faint tint of blood than ran from his closed eye. Adrian let out a slight chuckle, his yellow eye looking at the elf coldly. Its gaze was unshakeable, telling a twisted and depraved story of what it had seen. He whispered, "You see too much, elf." Adrian turned around, away from the village and pointed toward the tip of the nearby mountain which separated where they were now from Bran. "We can't afford to go back. If we all continue on, not all of us will survive. But, we can't go back." Adrian was uncertain of what the elf's response would be, but their conversation was interrupted by the sound of the Captain rounding everyone up within the town square.
The Captain looked primarily at his men, who had clearly not found a thing. "Alright, did anyone else find anything of value to our mission?" Adrian looked around the group to see who would respond. No one seemed to be speaking up which Adrian met with a sigh of relief. The Captain sighed and scratched the back of his head, muttering the word 'useless' under his breath. "Well, since no one found anything useful, I guess we'll just move on." The Captain and guards mounted their horses again, ready to venture beyond the town. "Alright, move out!" The horse began their trout once again, traveling deeper into the mountains.
A few hours later...
The sun was setting, disappearing behind the mountains. It would be dark soon, but the group was not stopping for the night. The Captain was prepared to march until they found their targets. If his maps were correct, the bandits would eventually reach mountains too high to traverse and will likely head underneath, finding shelter in a cave. At least, that was the Captain's theory. "Captain! Captain!" The Captain turned to one of his guards, seeing the man's eyes wide and pointing down the path. The Captain squinted his eyes, seeing a large object hanging down from a tree down the path. The group continued forward, stopping twenty yards short of the now visible wreckage. The object hanging from the tree was one of his guards, the body dangling from an old rope. Five other guards laid around the area, along with their horses. Save for the one lynched, the other five had been decapitated, their heads lined up on spikes just a few feet further down the dirt road.
The Captain dismounted his horse, walking to the tree and cutting the base of the rope, causing the body to fall to the ground. He spoke a few words from the Chant of The Divines under his breath not wanting to show weakness in front of his men/ Adrian walked over to the spikes, looking at the heads with reserve. The eyes had been removed, likely to be taken as a warning. His left eye shot to the trees, a shadow watching them. It was not likely one of those they hunt, so Adrian decided not to mind it. Whether the figure decided to reveal itself was its choice alone.
Cold, all almost too cold for one to bear. It wasn't the retreat of warmth from the setting sun that was responsible for the chill. The cold wasn't even an outward force. It flourished within its holder, giving her a feel of frozen veins. But the sensation wasn't a discomfort; it was too normal to be uncomfortable. It was an inward effect of magic: whatever she brought forth into reality was reflected inside her body.
Vetracene stood in the shadows of the trees overlooking the grotesque sight before her. The mutilated bodies of what looked to be a band of guards would have sent lesser men and women running. She had no love for the authority these guards had upheld, but even she couldn't cast aside this horror. But even so, she couldn't say that she wouldn't wish this fate upon her another. This world was too cold, too brutal to say that, and that's what made life interesting. Dangerous, yes, but interesting.
She had heard about the raid, if it could even be called that, on Jaski. It hadn't been hard to acquire the knowledge of the attack. Just a few hours in Bran and the news had reached her ears. Sure she just happened to be in the area, but the speed at which the news had spread had caught her attention and by extension her interest. She didn't know the area, so she hadn't been able to check the area out of curiosity. That had brought her to following this deceased regiment of guards. During her shadowing, she had fallen behind. It was only after hours of wandering that she had come across this display of barbarity. For all her disgust, this had solidified her interest in the matter. Simple bandits wouldn't have gone this far. Suspecting these lost guards wouldn't have passed the attention of those in the capital, Vetracene decided to camp out in the area, while constantly keeping on the move.
Her suspicions had been correct. Here was another group, though this one seemed much more intriguing. It seemed the queen had resorted to hiring mercenaries. They were always an interesting bunch, mercenaries. Vetracene inched closer to the arriving group, darting from shadow to shadow. Already six had caught her attention: a swordsman with an eyepatch, a dwarf, a nomad, an elf, a Paladin, and one with human and elven characteristics.
The dwarf seized her attention first. Dwarves were masters of close quarters combat, something Vetracene failed miserably in. For their short stature, they were incredibly nimble. If she chose to reveal herself, she couldn't ignore the master of stone.
Her eyes wandered to the elf. The redhead was young, but Vetracene would never judge someone for his or her age. Age only signified experience. Potential was much more interesting, and the young had pools of it. Elves were serious threats. Without knowledge of their magic, it was pretty similar to fighting blindfolded. The fact that this young elf was out and about as a mercenary meant she was confident in her skills.
The possible half-elf was mystery. Half-elves weren't unheard of but they were extremely rare. Bearing strengths of more than one race, their potential was incredible.
The other three, while no doubt being threats, didn't quite catch Vetracene's attention in comparison to the dwarf, elf, and half-elf. That didn't mean she wouldn't take them into consideration, but standing here for too long was risky. If she was going to reveal herself, she had to do it soon. She weighed the risks and her interest. Sure they could attack on her sight, and very possibly kill her, but this was a golden opportunity. If all else failed, she could probably retreat as long as the combat fighters didn't get too close to her. With a shrug she stepped out of the trees' shadows. She wasn't above making a dramatic interest. With an inward grin, she chilled the water in the air, bringing it close to freezing.
"Too slow," she drawled, announcing her presence. "I thought you would be here sooner. You shouldn't keep a lady waiting. I was starting to get bored." Her blue eyes flashed icily. "And Boredom is one of the greatest evils."
Vetracene stood in the shadows of the trees overlooking the grotesque sight before her. The mutilated bodies of what looked to be a band of guards would have sent lesser men and women running. She had no love for the authority these guards had upheld, but even she couldn't cast aside this horror. But even so, she couldn't say that she wouldn't wish this fate upon her another. This world was too cold, too brutal to say that, and that's what made life interesting. Dangerous, yes, but interesting.
She had heard about the raid, if it could even be called that, on Jaski. It hadn't been hard to acquire the knowledge of the attack. Just a few hours in Bran and the news had reached her ears. Sure she just happened to be in the area, but the speed at which the news had spread had caught her attention and by extension her interest. She didn't know the area, so she hadn't been able to check the area out of curiosity. That had brought her to following this deceased regiment of guards. During her shadowing, she had fallen behind. It was only after hours of wandering that she had come across this display of barbarity. For all her disgust, this had solidified her interest in the matter. Simple bandits wouldn't have gone this far. Suspecting these lost guards wouldn't have passed the attention of those in the capital, Vetracene decided to camp out in the area, while constantly keeping on the move.
Her suspicions had been correct. Here was another group, though this one seemed much more intriguing. It seemed the queen had resorted to hiring mercenaries. They were always an interesting bunch, mercenaries. Vetracene inched closer to the arriving group, darting from shadow to shadow. Already six had caught her attention: a swordsman with an eyepatch, a dwarf, a nomad, an elf, a Paladin, and one with human and elven characteristics.
The dwarf seized her attention first. Dwarves were masters of close quarters combat, something Vetracene failed miserably in. For their short stature, they were incredibly nimble. If she chose to reveal herself, she couldn't ignore the master of stone.
Her eyes wandered to the elf. The redhead was young, but Vetracene would never judge someone for his or her age. Age only signified experience. Potential was much more interesting, and the young had pools of it. Elves were serious threats. Without knowledge of their magic, it was pretty similar to fighting blindfolded. The fact that this young elf was out and about as a mercenary meant she was confident in her skills.
The possible half-elf was mystery. Half-elves weren't unheard of but they were extremely rare. Bearing strengths of more than one race, their potential was incredible.
The other three, while no doubt being threats, didn't quite catch Vetracene's attention in comparison to the dwarf, elf, and half-elf. That didn't mean she wouldn't take them into consideration, but standing here for too long was risky. If she was going to reveal herself, she had to do it soon. She weighed the risks and her interest. Sure they could attack on her sight, and very possibly kill her, but this was a golden opportunity. If all else failed, she could probably retreat as long as the combat fighters didn't get too close to her. With a shrug she stepped out of the trees' shadows. She wasn't above making a dramatic interest. With an inward grin, she chilled the water in the air, bringing it close to freezing.
"Too slow," she drawled, announcing her presence. "I thought you would be here sooner. You shouldn't keep a lady waiting. I was starting to get bored." Her blue eyes flashed icily. "And Boredom is one of the greatest evils."
Krisiries was content with the silence that had fallen on the group when a report was asked from them, whether they had remained silent for the same reason, she didn't know and quite frankly, didn't care. However, the tribal woman did grow curious about what the Dwarf had been tracking down, as he had wandered off quite a ways from the band.
It had to wait though, as the captain already ordered everyone to pack up and move on. Krisiries once again followed behind the entire group, not wishing to partake in any interaction besides her own mind. Carts, hounds, horses... Too expensive for a bandit, but maybe they shouldn't be looking for those, rather they should be looking for a cult or even a tribe?
Misha halted when to group did, the insignificant bump of the creature's paws stomping on the ground breaking Krisiries' train of thoughts. They had arrived at their next destination, the sun slowly disappearing behind the large rocky mountains that towered before the group of investigators.
But it wasn't the mountains that had darkened the current mood. Carcasses, both animal and human scattered on the dirt road, one body had been lifted off the ground with a rope clinging onto one of the many trees' branches, a grotesque sight indeed. Krisiries dismounted her faithful companion and slowly walked over to the bodies, or rather, their missing heads that were shoved onto rusty spears. A sign of warning, a sign that was to strike fear in anyone who wished to trespass this very road. But what was even stranger, were the lack of eyes. They had been cut out, but for what purpose?
The tribal woman looked away for a split second, noting that the guard captain had allowed the lynched body to drop on the ground, an action Krisiries could only frown at. He was frightened by this sight, an emotion that shouldn't be seen from a leader. And then... It got cold, the air displayed an unnatural change in temperature. The woman held her right hand on the hilt of her sword, observing every tree that could be used to ambush from as her feet patiently stepped to where Misha had curled up.
Without warning, the presence announced itself, the grin fixed on her face indicating that this was to be entertainment for her. Entertainment that could very well mean death should one member jump differently. Knowing that this foolish elf posed no threat, Krisiries removed her hand from the hilt, turning to the white tiger that had risen from its nap at the presence of the stranger. “Easy...” The tribal woman whispered, giving the unknown elf a disapproving look before leaping onto the white tiger to await the continuation of the given task.
It had to wait though, as the captain already ordered everyone to pack up and move on. Krisiries once again followed behind the entire group, not wishing to partake in any interaction besides her own mind. Carts, hounds, horses... Too expensive for a bandit, but maybe they shouldn't be looking for those, rather they should be looking for a cult or even a tribe?
Misha halted when to group did, the insignificant bump of the creature's paws stomping on the ground breaking Krisiries' train of thoughts. They had arrived at their next destination, the sun slowly disappearing behind the large rocky mountains that towered before the group of investigators.
But it wasn't the mountains that had darkened the current mood. Carcasses, both animal and human scattered on the dirt road, one body had been lifted off the ground with a rope clinging onto one of the many trees' branches, a grotesque sight indeed. Krisiries dismounted her faithful companion and slowly walked over to the bodies, or rather, their missing heads that were shoved onto rusty spears. A sign of warning, a sign that was to strike fear in anyone who wished to trespass this very road. But what was even stranger, were the lack of eyes. They had been cut out, but for what purpose?
The tribal woman looked away for a split second, noting that the guard captain had allowed the lynched body to drop on the ground, an action Krisiries could only frown at. He was frightened by this sight, an emotion that shouldn't be seen from a leader. And then... It got cold, the air displayed an unnatural change in temperature. The woman held her right hand on the hilt of her sword, observing every tree that could be used to ambush from as her feet patiently stepped to where Misha had curled up.
Without warning, the presence announced itself, the grin fixed on her face indicating that this was to be entertainment for her. Entertainment that could very well mean death should one member jump differently. Knowing that this foolish elf posed no threat, Krisiries removed her hand from the hilt, turning to the white tiger that had risen from its nap at the presence of the stranger. “Easy...” The tribal woman whispered, giving the unknown elf a disapproving look before leaping onto the white tiger to await the continuation of the given task.
Hogar had been mumbling top himself as the captain had them marching out of the village and onto the road again. Something about the tracks he found back in the ruins just didn't seem right.
He was still mumbling to himself when he bumped to the person in front of him. Uttering a curse and an apology, Hogar peaked his head out to see what had stopped the group. He grimaced at the sight of the dead bodies like everyone else, but more then that he also unloosed his hammer form his belt and looked around the forest. Decades of experience told the dwarf that a scene like this looked like perfect bait for a trap, and he wouldn't put it past their quarry to try and turn the tables on their pursuers.
When the elf woman stepped out and spoke, the dwarf had the hammer raised over head in a heart beat. He lowered it moments later when she made no hostile moves and no one else came out of the brush. Nobody made any move to speak to her, as the group seemed on edge about the woman's appearance. Hogar, quickly growing impatient with the silence detached himself from the group.
"And who might you be, if I may ask ya ma'am?" He said. It might have been going over the captains head to take initiative with a stranger like this, but Hogar honestly thought the captain could sod off. If the man wanted to be an ass then let him, he wasn't earning the dwarfs respect and obedience that way. As for the elf woman, Hogar kept his hammer loose in his grip as he waited for her reaction. He made no apparent stance of aggression, but he'd be ready to defend himself in a heart beat if it came to it. All the while he had pleasant and social expression on, trying to appear polite.
He was still mumbling to himself when he bumped to the person in front of him. Uttering a curse and an apology, Hogar peaked his head out to see what had stopped the group. He grimaced at the sight of the dead bodies like everyone else, but more then that he also unloosed his hammer form his belt and looked around the forest. Decades of experience told the dwarf that a scene like this looked like perfect bait for a trap, and he wouldn't put it past their quarry to try and turn the tables on their pursuers.
When the elf woman stepped out and spoke, the dwarf had the hammer raised over head in a heart beat. He lowered it moments later when she made no hostile moves and no one else came out of the brush. Nobody made any move to speak to her, as the group seemed on edge about the woman's appearance. Hogar, quickly growing impatient with the silence detached himself from the group.
"And who might you be, if I may ask ya ma'am?" He said. It might have been going over the captains head to take initiative with a stranger like this, but Hogar honestly thought the captain could sod off. If the man wanted to be an ass then let him, he wasn't earning the dwarfs respect and obedience that way. As for the elf woman, Hogar kept his hammer loose in his grip as he waited for her reaction. He made no apparent stance of aggression, but he'd be ready to defend himself in a heart beat if it came to it. All the while he had pleasant and social expression on, trying to appear polite.
Theresa was rather mad she couldn't get to the bodies, "All that training for nothing." She thought to herself while wondering if she could get away with murdering the captain, but decided against it. That is when she felt another strong magic force, not from the half-breed, but coming instead from the tree lines, "Another elf?" She thought to herself, when then the person stepped out of the trees, "Yep"
The woman, who looked to be in her early twenties, but was probably around 70, give or take a few years. She had an aura around her that was very cold, probably representing her magic. She knew not to fight with this one, although she would give her a proper elven greeting. She walked up to the woman, until she was closer than the dwarf, and then stuck out her arm, showing her tattoos on her right arm, showing they were not active.
"Sister-elf," She started, "Why are you here? To help us with the mission, or are you with the ones who commited this crime against the humans?" Sher asked, all the while looking into the woman's eyes, shoiwng she wasn't afraid, and that she could hold her own in case she used her magic against her.
The woman, who looked to be in her early twenties, but was probably around 70, give or take a few years. She had an aura around her that was very cold, probably representing her magic. She knew not to fight with this one, although she would give her a proper elven greeting. She walked up to the woman, until she was closer than the dwarf, and then stuck out her arm, showing her tattoos on her right arm, showing they were not active.
"Sister-elf," She started, "Why are you here? To help us with the mission, or are you with the ones who commited this crime against the humans?" Sher asked, all the while looking into the woman's eyes, shoiwng she wasn't afraid, and that she could hold her own in case she used her magic against her.
Hogar was... more then a little annoyed with the elf girl at the moment. The dwarf might have been a chatter box but even he never was impolite enough to brazenly cut right in front of someone when they were talking and then try to cut into their conversation. He leaned out from behind her and gave a long annoyed stare at Theresa and made a load throat clearing noise.
He might have been short, but he doubted he was unnoticeable enough for someone to automatically forget he was there. Yes, he was here first. Yes, he was talking. And yes, he was a little annoyed with being interrupted. That and she didn't give the other a chance to introduce herself before butting in.
"Ya might wanna reconsider the wording of that question lass..." He said dryly, remarking toward the nearly accusing sounding question the young elf asked.
He might have been short, but he doubted he was unnoticeable enough for someone to automatically forget he was there. Yes, he was here first. Yes, he was talking. And yes, he was a little annoyed with being interrupted. That and she didn't give the other a chance to introduce herself before butting in.
"Ya might wanna reconsider the wording of that question lass..." He said dryly, remarking toward the nearly accusing sounding question the young elf asked.
Xandur's expression never came as Adrian said what sounded like passive threats. He too knew they could not turn back, though he was now intrigued on what was so important to this man. He stated that if they went further, lives would be lost. Xandur walked closer to him, smile still on, though his words sounded cold. "Sacrifices are always necessary when standing upon the threshold to greatness." was all he said as he backed away. The Captain called for people to report, but no one seemed to be talking. Good. They sent out once again.
After hours, the group finally stopped. Xandur felt the presence of the scene in front of them far before he saw it. Acts like those left imprints upon multiple planes of existence. The sight was rather gruesome, but Xandur did not flinch or even bat an eye at the scene. He had seen much worse. It did not comfort him to know that an act of such barbarism had no sway over him, in fact it rather disturbed him. He still didn't know who he really was, after all of these years. The Captain cut down one of the men who was strung up and gave a small prayer for him. A noble gesture and sign of deep faith. Maybe this man had some redeemable qualities after all.
A cold presence that had been watching them ever since they stopped at the scene finally made herself known. It was an Elf, a white haired Elf. She spoke brazenly and her voice seemed to be filled with confidence. But, Xandur sensed wavering in her f=voice and she was surrounded in a shroud of confusion and mild desperation. Hogar and Theresa immediately began questioning the Elf, but Xandur was not fooled. He stepped out of the group, to the right of the Elf woman, a good distance away. "Are we supposed to believe you were waiting for us? Or perhaps hoping for a group such as ours?" Xandur slammed his staff into the gorund and began slowly walking towards the woman, an oddly sinister smirk on his face. His dead eye flashed purple for a brief second. "So.....when did you lose our friends here? You are seeking the same thing as we are, but seemed to have been following the wrong group......or the right group, if you had seen anything....." Xandur paused for a moment. Then chuckled a bit. "Which you didn't." He then stared at her for a bit. "You see, I see a lot of things." his dead eye flashed purple once again, but only for a brief second. He then turned around towards the Captain. "Her objective and ours is the same, she should join us. She managed to evade detection for the better part of a day. She's obviously skilled." He then turned around and gave her a genuine warm smile, completely different than the sinister one he gave earlier. "I would be willing to vouch for her." Xandur was not sure if their goals were the same, but they needed another magic user and she was obviously skilled. Having her on the team would only increase their chance of survival.
After hours, the group finally stopped. Xandur felt the presence of the scene in front of them far before he saw it. Acts like those left imprints upon multiple planes of existence. The sight was rather gruesome, but Xandur did not flinch or even bat an eye at the scene. He had seen much worse. It did not comfort him to know that an act of such barbarism had no sway over him, in fact it rather disturbed him. He still didn't know who he really was, after all of these years. The Captain cut down one of the men who was strung up and gave a small prayer for him. A noble gesture and sign of deep faith. Maybe this man had some redeemable qualities after all.
A cold presence that had been watching them ever since they stopped at the scene finally made herself known. It was an Elf, a white haired Elf. She spoke brazenly and her voice seemed to be filled with confidence. But, Xandur sensed wavering in her f=voice and she was surrounded in a shroud of confusion and mild desperation. Hogar and Theresa immediately began questioning the Elf, but Xandur was not fooled. He stepped out of the group, to the right of the Elf woman, a good distance away. "Are we supposed to believe you were waiting for us? Or perhaps hoping for a group such as ours?" Xandur slammed his staff into the gorund and began slowly walking towards the woman, an oddly sinister smirk on his face. His dead eye flashed purple for a brief second. "So.....when did you lose our friends here? You are seeking the same thing as we are, but seemed to have been following the wrong group......or the right group, if you had seen anything....." Xandur paused for a moment. Then chuckled a bit. "Which you didn't." He then stared at her for a bit. "You see, I see a lot of things." his dead eye flashed purple once again, but only for a brief second. He then turned around towards the Captain. "Her objective and ours is the same, she should join us. She managed to evade detection for the better part of a day. She's obviously skilled." He then turned around and gave her a genuine warm smile, completely different than the sinister one he gave earlier. "I would be willing to vouch for her." Xandur was not sure if their goals were the same, but they needed another magic user and she was obviously skilled. Having her on the team would only increase their chance of survival.
Vetracene's lips curled up slightly as the nomad noticed her immediately. Though she had blatantly given herself away, she was able to confirm her suspicions with how fast she had been detected. Unsurprisingly, the six she had identified turned to her first. The guards weren't much slower than the mercenaries, and most people wouldn't have noticed. But Vetracene had gauged the six's reaction time in comparison to that of the guards. Those of the latter had trained for much of their life. For their spatial awareness to be outclassed meant that those who were faster were worthy of attention.
The lack of reaction from the nomad only furthered Vetracene's interest. To notice a possible foe but not outright make a move took a considerable amount of restraint. The other woman's control over the large white tiger only made that clearer. Vetracene had to admit that she was relived the nomad and her tiger didn't make a move. The beast would have no doubt closed in on her in the blink of an eye. Had that happened, she would have been in a compromising situation to say the absolute least.
"And who might you be, if I may ask ya ma'am?"
Vetracene turned to the dwarf, while not removing her attention from the others. His stance was rigid as if he was more than ready for a right. He didn't seem hostile though, a surprise considering the mutilated bodies behind him. If he wasn't going to antagonize her, then she would be courteous . . . for now. She'd rather avoid a confrontation with a master of physical combat. Before she could answer the question, however, the redheaded elf stepped forward. As the younger revealed the tattoos on her arm, Vetracene raised an eyebrow. Magic that required a visible conduit on the body for power could be very powerful.
"Sister-elf. Why are you here? To help us with the mission, or are you with the ones who committed this crime against the humans?"
The elder elf attempted to answer, but the dwarf beat her to it. His small annoyance didn't make it past her attention.
"Ya might wanna reconsider the wording of that question lass..."
Vetracene smiled. It was far from pleasant but it held no traces of hostility. "Indeed. Of course that may have been your intention." She curtsied and flourished her hands away from her body. Though she lowered her head, her eyes didn't leave the younger elf's face, nor did her attention waiver. "Vetracene Tathren, master of stone, sister-elf." Before she could answer the elf's question, she was stopped yet again.
"Are we supposed to believe you were waiting for us? Or perhaps hoping for a group such as ours?" the half-elf said as he approached her from the side. He didn't seem to expect an answer, as he slammed his staff in the ground and walked straight to her. His smirk didn't unnerve her. She had seen that look plenty of times in the mirror.
"So.....when did you lose our friends here? You are seeking the same thing as we are, but seemed to have been following the wrong group......or the right group, if you had seen anything....." He chuckled. "Which you didn't." He stopped in front of her and stared.
Vetracene scowled but was impressed, and annoyed, by how easily he had read her. No, he hadn't read her, per se. It was as if he knew, as if he had seen through her icy overlay. Her eyes drifted to the eyepatch covering his left eye and raised an eyebrow. He was definitely an interesting one.
The half-elf turned around to speak supposed Captain of the guards. "Her objective and ours is the same, she should join us. She managed to evade detection for the better part of a day. She's obviously skilled." He turned back and smiled, this time genuinely. "I would be willing to vouch for her."
Vetracene kept her eyebrow raised. This half-elf was an amusing one in addition to be interesting. To all but take the situation into his hands would have made her laugh under lighter circumstances. She released her chill of the water in the air, literally warming the atmosphere. Such manipulation was a parlor trick. If the Captain, or any of the others, wanted to make a move, she wanted them to underestimate her. Never underestimate a potential threat, she always told herself.
The lack of reaction from the nomad only furthered Vetracene's interest. To notice a possible foe but not outright make a move took a considerable amount of restraint. The other woman's control over the large white tiger only made that clearer. Vetracene had to admit that she was relived the nomad and her tiger didn't make a move. The beast would have no doubt closed in on her in the blink of an eye. Had that happened, she would have been in a compromising situation to say the absolute least.
"And who might you be, if I may ask ya ma'am?"
Vetracene turned to the dwarf, while not removing her attention from the others. His stance was rigid as if he was more than ready for a right. He didn't seem hostile though, a surprise considering the mutilated bodies behind him. If he wasn't going to antagonize her, then she would be courteous . . . for now. She'd rather avoid a confrontation with a master of physical combat. Before she could answer the question, however, the redheaded elf stepped forward. As the younger revealed the tattoos on her arm, Vetracene raised an eyebrow. Magic that required a visible conduit on the body for power could be very powerful.
"Sister-elf. Why are you here? To help us with the mission, or are you with the ones who committed this crime against the humans?"
The elder elf attempted to answer, but the dwarf beat her to it. His small annoyance didn't make it past her attention.
"Ya might wanna reconsider the wording of that question lass..."
Vetracene smiled. It was far from pleasant but it held no traces of hostility. "Indeed. Of course that may have been your intention." She curtsied and flourished her hands away from her body. Though she lowered her head, her eyes didn't leave the younger elf's face, nor did her attention waiver. "Vetracene Tathren, master of stone, sister-elf." Before she could answer the elf's question, she was stopped yet again.
"Are we supposed to believe you were waiting for us? Or perhaps hoping for a group such as ours?" the half-elf said as he approached her from the side. He didn't seem to expect an answer, as he slammed his staff in the ground and walked straight to her. His smirk didn't unnerve her. She had seen that look plenty of times in the mirror.
"So.....when did you lose our friends here? You are seeking the same thing as we are, but seemed to have been following the wrong group......or the right group, if you had seen anything....." He chuckled. "Which you didn't." He stopped in front of her and stared.
Vetracene scowled but was impressed, and annoyed, by how easily he had read her. No, he hadn't read her, per se. It was as if he knew, as if he had seen through her icy overlay. Her eyes drifted to the eyepatch covering his left eye and raised an eyebrow. He was definitely an interesting one.
The half-elf turned around to speak supposed Captain of the guards. "Her objective and ours is the same, she should join us. She managed to evade detection for the better part of a day. She's obviously skilled." He turned back and smiled, this time genuinely. "I would be willing to vouch for her."
Vetracene kept her eyebrow raised. This half-elf was an amusing one in addition to be interesting. To all but take the situation into his hands would have made her laugh under lighter circumstances. She released her chill of the water in the air, literally warming the atmosphere. Such manipulation was a parlor trick. If the Captain, or any of the others, wanted to make a move, she wanted them to underestimate her. Never underestimate a potential threat, she always told herself.
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Re: A Song For The Demon Lord
Bumping this a final time to get the life out of this thing. Not that it will, since Deuce hasn't been online for a while. Then again, shit may have hit the fan in their life for all we know, so we can't really blame them. Anyway, I'll be lurking around the net if anyone needs me...
*Puts on his Jetpack, blasts off into the void that is the internet*
*Puts on his Jetpack, blasts off into the void that is the internet*
Re: A Song For The Demon Lord
Back guys... Sorry... My computer crashed, though I have a new one and still up for RPing my Paladin if the Roleplay is running.
Re: A Song For The Demon Lord
Well, that was a sudden rush of posts. Contemplating interaction... But, meh, I'll just wait until Deuce is bothered enough to continue the group's misadventures.
Re: A Song For The Demon Lord
Okay just got back from my trip. I'll see what I can do later tonight.
Re: A Song For The Demon Lord
Actually, ya know what. Screw it, just skip me. I can't seem to think of anything really substantial for Hogar to do at the moment. And since no one else is doing anything should we just move on?
By the way I'll be out of town for a few days, so I give permission to anyone that needs to control the dwarf for the next three days or so.
By the way I'll be out of town for a few days, so I give permission to anyone that needs to control the dwarf for the next three days or so.
Re: A Song For The Demon Lord
sorry I didn't get around to posting when I said I would. I'll have time tomorrow after class.
[edit] okay it's taking me an eternity but I will get a post out tonight before I sleep
[edit] okay it's taking me an eternity but I will get a post out tonight before I sleep
Re: A Song For The Demon Lord
I've got nothing to report. Okay... Krisiries does... But sod the Guard Captain, let us continue our investigation.
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I'll be getting to posting in a few hours. I've got a class tonight so it won't be up just right now.
Re: A Song For The Demon Lord
Yes, you can still join. Create the character and I'll find a way to work you in.
Re: A Song For The Demon Lord
Is it still possible to join this RP? Depending on the pace, 26 posts could mean a number of things. I'd read the activity to see the progress, but I'd like to know if I'm cleared to submit a character first.
Re: A Song For The Demon Lord
Hey, soryy about not posting lately. Had to deal with some stuff but now I'm almost back to my place. Will be posting later today.
Re: A Song For The Demon Lord
Guys, sorry about not posting and I needed to let you know, I may be busy till about Wednesday, helping a family member move. So if someone could please control Alberon as NPC till then, that'd be great. Sorry. Dx
Re: A Song For The Demon Lord
Since it didn't really change anything in the story, I'll let it slide. the guards can be controlled, just not the Captain as his actions, as of right now, dictate the course of the story. Now, as far as the bodies are concerned, while it is an interesting idea, the way I set it up had the attack happening quite a few days prior to the rp. The bodies are long buried. I'll move the roleplay to be in a position where you (SMinSC) can use your characters particular talents soon, but right now its not possible.