AtomicNut

Rebellion is Our Calling, and why we rise!(closed)

Quitting the RP. I tried, but it involves a lot of time and effort i cannot afford.

The Faraway Land: Resurrection

He missed.

Thankfully.

The Faraway Land: Resurrection

Herodotus Sykes frowned. "That your majesty is a-" But he could never finished, as the creature that the sensors had picked up had decided to barrel through the ceiling in the throne room. While not visiblely affected otherwise, Herodotus Sykes blinked twice. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. A dragon. A tangible one. He had only thought those things were inventions of storytellers, and at most, some exotic aliens could look like ones.

And the beast was talking, making demands to the king. Herodotus Sykes just waited and listened. There apparently was some beef, and some kidnapping... and no one was paying attention to the wantom destruction of Empire's property. He sighed as he made himself scarce, and headed for a very familiar pattern in the wall. A gentle touch of the hand that bore the symbol while everyone was distracted, and another ancient contramption full of letters, a keyboard appeared. He typed deftly, in a feat of concentration while they were quarreling. The cracked display of the monitor flicked ominously.
>PARTICLE GUN ONLINE
"Pathetic. I've had enough of you prehistoric yokels. I have had enough of this era of mutants and beast. I am so tired..." Sykes added, gritting his teeth. "Swords, sorcery, princesses kidnapped. All. of. It." The letters flicked through the screen, strange symbols peppered with words. The Code of The Ancients, no less. Sykes keep compiling and patching the weapon's system, turning a defensive system into an offensive one. Red crosses peppered the map.
>TARGET ACQUIRED. SYSTEMS FULLY CHARGED.

By now, the beast had probably taken flight and took the king's daughters. But Sykes couldn't let it stay. He was angry. A parting shot was needed. Ancient coils in the top of Midhaven sprung to life, sparkling with light. Then, like a lance of light the weapon exploded, the sonic boom roaring not soon afterwards.

BOOOOOOOM!

The arrow of pure energy tore through the forest, the golem stragglers in full force, barely missing the dragon thing as it flew. Well probably it was a good thing, as Sykes understood that it would've disintegrated the heirs of the throne in front of their sobbing father.

The Kingdom of Belvoir - Hunter's Guild (Taking Applications)

@AtomicNut

Yes, his face would tell that something is making him uncomfortable, but you wouldn't know it was about spiders, as you are currrently focusing on Rosaline and not the conversations around you.

@Drakey

Not that she would ever be able to do that. I was trying to make a joke,jeez. I will edit it out. Dont really want to keep going in circles for a trifle.

The Kingdom of Belvoir - Hunter's Guild (Taking Applications)

@AtomicNut

ummm, sorry to burst your bubble...but Mistletoe wouldn't know that Mikhail has a problem with spiders as he only thought about it and din't say a word about spiders. If anything, she would equate his grimace with Rosaline being a noble. And anyways, he wasn't freaking out, it was more or less dreading the spiders.

@Drakey

His face tells it, unless he is a good actor.

The Kingdom of Belvoir - Hunter's Guild (Taking Applications)

"Ufu" Mistletoe's reaction to the attention was like as one would expected. Puffing like a toad, she bore a grin as wide as a lion's mouth. Her eyes full of smarm and smug traced back to the young man's face, to see what it would look like. She decided that he would still look better as a frog. Her attention however sprung back to the noblewoman, before the woodsman's intention to woo the lady interferred any further. He should've bought the potion, instead of trying to be useful to heal people.

Before the great Mistletoe, he would make a fool of himself, wouldn't he be? Aeva just nodded slightly, as she spread open her cloak, revealing several pouches with glass phials of unknown content. "Currently I do have love filters, potions of beauty, potions for old people's pains, potions of...virility"- she whispered this one a little lower- "but I am pretty sure short of healing a decapitation I can make any healing potion you would want on request, my Lady." Well, she did overshot her abilities a little there. Her potions could not restore mangled limbs, not yet...but anything short of a deadly pox, dismemberment or a cursed bite she was confident she could handle.

The Faraway Land: Resurrection

@Thinslayer
Well, so much for subtlety Sykes shrugged as he went on to type, eyeing a mirror of the image that was displayed in the Throne terminal. They were under attack, and their target was big, also numerous, with a peculiar bio-signal... and didn't have any kind of IFF countermeasures. There was loud banging on the door, and Sykes stretched himself from his seat, as he opened the door.

"Hm, the good news is that this ancient relic will still hold out for a while yet...the bad news is that, er, well, I seem to have activated some sort of ancient...mirror system thing. The Ancients had a lot of these things for farseeing." He said, edulcorating the truth with obvious metaphors. "Yeah, I know what are you going to say. Throne room, right?" Sykes sighed as he begun to walk upwards.

Midhaven had a powerful defense system... if only he could do some rerouting, he would have little trouble hitting something that big or numerous anyway. But to do so, he probably needed to use the throne room. And risk alienating the king. Well, too bad for regrets, as he finished his ascent into the King's chambers not soon after.

"Hm. You called, your highness?"

Rebellion is Our Calling, and why we rise!(closed)

Guildmaster Raven

Name: Guildmaster Raven. - Formely known as Markus Cordathion

Race/Faction: Wayfarer's Guild

Age: Over 200 year old. Appears to be in his early thirties.

Description: Master Raven is a tall, lanky man that is pure sinew and vitality. He has a rather charming, youthful face, with a small beard he keeps neatly trimmed. He posseses blue eyes that give alway an air of a quiet philosopher. Some scars mar his skin and face, but that only add to the rough looks of his character. He has a suave voice, and walks with great grace, like an overgrown cat. He usually wears simple but comfortable leather clothes, but he can don readily armor if it requires him to do so. While he technically can don a full plate if the situation requires it, he is more comfortable with leather armors and the lightweight equipment.

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"Class": Wayfarer (Adventurer)

Motivation: What drives your character through this campaign? Regret to have let things degrade to this point.

History: Markus was born in the highest cradle one could dream of. Being the third son of a king. His early life was spent among luxury and stern teachings. But since from an early age he felt... he was different. While he didn't neglect his lessons in education and swordsmanship, there was always the nagging feeling to look at the light that filtered through the richly decorated windows of the palace. He felt that instead of luxury, his fate was to live in a gilded cage. The situation exploded in his teenage years, when he met a beatiful but half-blood fortuneteller and witch named Mirath, and he began to court her. Of course the situation was seen as an outrage, so the young prince eloped with Mirath. He was young and stupid, and he pressed his luck a bit too far. His name was struck from History, and the King declared his defiant son dead.

Markus felt it was a blessing in disguise. He finally found himself able to breathe freely and find his own destiny along his soulmate. Except...it wasn't all that easy. Both were outcasts who tried to scrape by taking oddjobs. Nevertheless, they never felt unhappy. They had eachother. They shared every secret to themselves, including the secret of eternal youth and Mirath's magic. Markus was surprised that he had a sizeable magical talent, and he took his lessons readily. Life seemed happy for the wandering couple, until Mirath decided that when she was heavy with child, she wanted to at least visit her mother in Cealla, being half Shrikanti herself. Markus had his reservations, recalling the insular nature of her people, but relented.

In Cealla, her wife and child died. Not because of hatred, but because of a random accident with a carriage out of control. No real culprit. No focus of revenge. Markus soon spiraled into a drunken stupor, and tried to drink himself to death in the same city. It was in one of his drunk rages when he picked a fight that he couldn't win. His opponent was of great talent, of a level he had never seen in his life, all while he stroke his magnificent beard. He moved the staff like a quarterstaff, and he could punch like a brawler. He could do magic aswell, as he did to heal Markus' broken bones. The old man, known as Zarius, was the Guildmaster of the Wayfarer's guild, and took the wrecked Markus under his wing, as he had seen talent in the drunken prince.

Markus grew to like the lifestyle of adventuring. He found his life calling. Ever on the road, under the infinite stars. Each day a new challenge. Each day a new adventure. He lived on despite his loss, and when old Zarius finally breathed his last, his comrades at the guild elected him as the next Guildmaster. He was very reluctant to take the spot at first, but finally relented. Christening himself as Master Raven ("Raven" being his Wayfarer nickname), he returned to the capital after long last. Much to his chagrin he wasn't recognized, and he liked to keep it that way.

Strengths: Good Fighter, Cunning, Survivor, Experienced, Magic Talent

Weakness: Callous, Uncommitted, Lone Wolf, Hedonist, Troll

What is the most important thing to know about your character?
Born as prince, but lives his life as a rogue in search of adventure.

What is your character's greatest flaw?

Probably his inability to commit to positions of much responsibility.

Why should your character be in a position to influence an entire country?

Because probably everyone else is crazy with power or has hidden agendas.

The Faraway Land: Resurrection

The cliche was on purpose... I didn't want to think TO hard about it.

@Avali

Sykes and her should team up for the hilarity.

"Where did you get that piece of genetech?"

-Insert crazy tech lingo here-

The Faraway Land: Resurrection

<Snipped quote by Avali>

The Mark of the Hero is a genetic modification that prevents muscle atrophy and promotes memory retention. Put simply, it lets you level up and keep your levels. The Mark is commonly thought to be heritable or divine, but reality is much more...

...interesting.

@Thinslayer

I mean, Sykes has one of those too if you think. His Mark of the Overseer (but his is more like a translation tool and master key). And he hasn't aged... Or I got something wrong from all the back and forth.