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Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team (Sci-fi, Mecha, Space Odyssey/Opera) New-Recruitment Threat

Well I'll happily extend my interest in creating a character.

Falling Skies: 7th Mobile Armor Suit Team (Sci-fi, Mecha, Space Odyssey/Opera) New-Recruitment Threat

I may have missed this in the OP, but how many new players are you looking for?

Avalon: A Tale of Arthurian Legend

Well, I regret postponing this until Sunday. Am I still allowed to submit a character sheet or has that ship sailed for the time being unfortunately?

@FluffyOne

You can still submit one.

Avalon: A Tale of Arthurian Legend

As a matter of fact, it will begin imminently. Hope everyone is having a wonderful weekend.

Avalon: A Tale of Arthurian Legend

Prologue

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Along the road to Constantinople, The Byzantine Empire

“To our king! To Arthur! To Arthur!” The cry rose above the din of blade, hoof, and man, coming to the ears of the embattled knights like a trumpeter’s call. With the ringing cacophony of forged steel tattooing the air, the knights arrayed in a rough battle line along the road, began to collapse backward towards the line’s center, heeding the rallying command.

Arthur Pendragon, King of the Britons, stood behind the corpse of his fallen horse, swinging Excalibur in deadly and precise arcs at the advancing tide of mercenaries and bandits arrayed before him. The once bright sheen of his mail was ruddy with dust and splattered with gore, and the blue of his eyes was wild with exertion. To Arthur’s left, Sir Lamorak slashed through the belly of a mercenary, and took the brief reprieve to once again send up his rallying cry.

“To Arthur! To Arthur!”

Arthur ducked beneath the swing of an ax, and stabbed Excalibur into its owner’s throat. Blood rushed down the length of the blade before the king kicked the dying man from the weapon’s embrace.

“They are too many,” he called breathlessly to Sir Lamorak, angered despair evident in his voice. “How is this our end?”

From over the small rise where the retinue of Knights of the Round Table fought alongside their king, a new wave of enemies crested the hill, and moved to descend upon the group. The retinue of knights, along with their accompanying squires and men-at-arms, numbered only fifty. As it stood now, they were engaged with almost four times that amount.

The knights fought valiantly, maneuvering as best they could to come to the defense of their king. All had long ago abandoned or lost their horses in the midst of combat, and all were covered in a mixture of their own blood, and that of their enemies.

“Riders, coming up the road!” Yelled a knight.

“Spearmen! Array yourselves!” Came a broken reply.

A few of the remaining men-at-arms tried to push to the flank of the group in an attempt to defend against the coming wave of cavalry. The battle was too far gone, however, and the men that did manage to push their way to the front were brought down by mercenary arrows and blades before they could setup their defense.

Arthur glimpsed the first wave of Saracen cavaliers hurtling into the right flank of his men, and an involuntary wail of empathetic rage left his throat. The crash of metal, and the rending of flesh and bone joined the whinny of horses and the death knell of dying men.

In that moment, Arthur was struck across the back, just below his ribs. The armor about his torso took the brunt of the blow, but his balance was lost, and he fell hard upon his plated knees.

With his head bent in dazed delirium, a single thought cut through the fog of his mind.

My God, why have you forsaken us?

Camelot

Sir Lancelot of the Lake, looked down from his place at the top of the keep, and across the rooftops of Camelot towards the River Usk. The dawn sun was just breaking, and the light gave a soft, ethereal sheen to the great city. It was an awe-inspiring sight, and one that filled Lancelot with a well of pride: at Arthur’s side, he had helped to save this land.

The faint smile that was affixed upon his handsome face faltered then. It will need saving again.

Turning back into the interior of the tower, Lancelot looked to the man that waited dutifully beside the mantle. He was a young man, barely more than seventeen, yet he wore the emblazoned tri-crown crest of King Arthur with evident pride.

“You are clear with your task, then?” Lancelot said to the man.

With a slight bow, the man replied. “Yes indeed, my lord. I will not rest until I have fulfilled my duty.”

Lancelot exhaled slowly through his nose, and nodded. “Very well. Be on your way. May God bless you, and speed your mission.”

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By the time the bells of St. Stephen’s cathedral tolled, riders were already making their way from Camelot, traversing the realm to all points of the compass. Each carried a message for the knights in the service of King Arthur, calling them to Camelot at the behest of the regent, Sir Lancelot. Their service to the crown was needed, and all haste in answering the call to duty was required. Crisis had arisen in the land of Arthur.

Blood & Iron [Modern Nation Geopolitical RP]

Republic of Thuria

Capital City: Oster

City Names:
- Clonaway
- Affostal
- Otterden
- New Herenvik
- Vilzen

Random Names:
- Yesenia Boyer (F)
- Tinley Levine (F)
- Roland Scott (M)
- Vihaan Barker (M)
- Luca Hamilton (M)

Avalon: A Tale of Arthurian Legend

@icmasticc-Character accepted.

@Danko-Character accepted.

@FitzEmpress-Character accepted.

@TheMoatedGrange-Character accepted.

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I plan on getting the IC underway sometime this Saturday.

Avalon: A Tale of Arthurian Legend

It's so wonderful to come back and have new characters to look over! I'll be replying to the authors of said lovelies as soon as I can.

Avalon: A Tale of Arthurian Legend

Just to let you guys know, I'll be away until tomorrow evening. So, if anyone submits a new character or question, and doesn't hear from me right away, don't be discouraged! I'll get to it as soon as I am able. Cheers!

Avalon: A Tale of Arthurian Legend

@idlehands-I'm sorry to lose you, idlehands.

Bloody hell, y'all are fast when it comes to this stuff.

Out of curiosity @AmongHeroes, how much can we play around with the Knightly traits or are they set in stone? For instance I was wondering if the Lion's Roar could be retrofitted - fluff wise mostly of course - into something akin to Joan D'Arc only more . . . motherly, for the lack of better words. I apologize for not having the most concrete words to describe it but I was thinking over the possibility of creating a female Knight that utilizes that trait to something resembling Joan's reputation / romanticized "aura" if it makes any sense.

@FluffyOne

The manifestation of this trait is probably the most ambiguous of those I listed. I think it would be appropriate for you to have it as you described. Just please keep in mind that there really is no magical "aura" or ethereal aspect to this trait.

@Zendrelax-Nicely done. Accepted.

@Gowi-Also very well put together. Your theme reminds me of someone...hmmm...Accepted.

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A Note Upon Setting and Historical Relevance

So there have been a couple people express concern over the timeline of the RP, and how it relates in representation to the true era in which the Arthurian legend is to take place. For all intents and purposes, our story can be viewed as taking place in the heart of the medieval period--think chivalry, plate armor, longbows, heraldic crests, great castles and cathedrals, etc.

Almost every representation of Arthur, from Disney movies, to books like The Once and Future King, express Arthur and his legend outside of historical veracity. This RP is simply for enjoyment, and scratching the itch I've had of doing an RP with great knights, vile villains, and an air of magical wonder.

I hope this clears things up for everyone. If you have any further questions, feel free to ask.