In the sprawling city of Greffin, a king sleeps.
His dreams are mired in his misdeeds, though this does not trouble him. He likes to relive the things he has done, does this king. He marvels in the brutality of his actions; in the defilement he inflicts on others. From having a thousand starving peasants put upon spikes for refusing his taxes, to taking children into his marital bed, the king loves it all. He loves it because he alone can do it. He alone holds the authority to do wrong to others with impunity.
Generals and lesser lords meld his banner. Thousands march in armour, charging valiantly into the homes of those who resist him; their sole duty in life is to defend their Liege, and in doing so, they must propel the scythe of his genocide.
Dissent is a bloody affair, and Castle Greffin holds plentiful chambers dedicated to the art of pain inducement. None are spared from them. Even the innocent, and the loyal, are thrown into their black depths on a whim. The king, he likes to watch, you see. He likes to hear the screams, the pleading and the sullen sound of submission. It warms his black heart.
The Kingdom of Ashendor is a broken place. Happiness finds no home here, and even foreign powers steer clear from the one they call "The Black King".
All stay clear of King Alfonso the Gouger.
All but those rare few. Those who have lost all that can be taken from them. Those who have been stripped into cold indifference. Those who live only for vengeance. Those, perhaps, who would be better off ending it all themselves.
In the sprawling city of Greffin, a king will die tonight.
Hello, and welcome.
This RP deals in simplicity and a player driven plot with a singular goal. If this is not your palette, then read no further.
Each player takes on the character of an assassin. The kind of assassin you may wish to field is down to you; be it the classic, albeit well worn mantle of the Assassin's Creed style professional killers, or the more colourful varieties. A man, wronged by someone well beyond his station, with no military training and only a fire burning in his heart to drive him forwards, would make for a better tale than a fully fledged hired sword with decades in the business, if you ask me, but I do not care.
Your character's goal? To kill King Alfonso the Gouger. He is a fat, short man of fifty winters with a stupid white beard and a balding scalp. A thick mole nestles upon his upper lip, complimenting his rotting teeth like a jewel in a necklace. His eyes are dark, yet small. His voice is squeaky, as if it never broke. It is said the mere sight of him drives men to their darkest depths through sheer disgust.
Hundreds of his troops patrol the streets of Ashendor's capital city, Greffin.
Agents of the Dark Table scour the alleyways, seeking dissenters and trouble makers. Fear them, for though they speak with a friendly tongue, their true interest is in rooting out a threat to their king.
Every fifteen minutes, guillotines thump at the necks of the unfortunate.
It is midnight, there is no moon, and a light rain. Your time to exact revenge is at hand.
I do not believe in character sheets, unless they are essential to the functioning of the RP. Indeed, I prefer characters to be developed solely through the course of the IC. When was the last time you opened a book, and on the fist ten pages found a list of characters detailing their hair colour, sexuality, bio, weapons and favourite food? Never, that's the answer.
Players join this RP by simply posting in the IC.
The setting is medieval low-fantasy. This means no magic, no zombies and no enchanted weapons. Custom races are allowed, however Greffin is a largely human city, and grotesque creations will stand out like a sore thumb. The Agents of the Dark Table will no doubt take interest in them, should they be spotted.
Early gunpowder is in existence, though rarely used - and very loud.
Femme-fatales welcome. A vengeful blade does not care for the gender of its owner.
