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Magic RP (Open to new players)

Krakas shivered as the carriage approached the ruined walls of Traeton. The steady stomping of the giant lizards sent quakes up the reins and rattled the cart uncomfortably. It was as if the carriage was intentionally trying to slow down, to put off arriving at the city's massive gates for as long as possible. Knowing her son, Krakas could see why. Eventually, the wheels creaked to a halt. "Why are we here? The city is still miles away," she asked, to a nervous looking dracon driver.

"Apologies, madam. This is as far as I'm willing to go," the dracon stuttered out, looking in horror at the city walls. Krakas nodded.

"Thank you, that will be all," Krakas said, stepping out of the carriage. With a shout, the driver turned his lizards around and took off in the other direction far quicker than he came. Slowly shaking her head, Krakas made her way to the gates. When she arrived, she was stopped by two guards.

"Glorious day, fellow kobold," he said. "Another enlightened individual, come to join the mighty Rughid Empire!"

"Shut up, you," Krakas spat. "Tell me where your emperor is." The guard almost recoiled at the sudden directness of her statement. He raised his spear in a wordless threat.

"And on what grounds do you think you can speak to His Might?" he asked.

"On account of Rughoi being my son," she answered. The guard straightened himself and held his spear at his side. Without saying anything, he pointed toward the ruined Castle Traeton. Nodding, Krakas began walking in that direction.

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

Here he is, the other last Bolton! The details in this I think were a little rough, but the basic premise is there at least.

Name: Arak Snow

Age: 19

Appearance: Arak stands at 5'6" tall, which he tries to hide by being on horseback as much as possible. He is full faced, bulky with muscle from his long years of intense training, and is incredibly darkly tanned for a Northman due to his tendency to prefer the sunny outside. However, the Boltons have left him with one gift of blood. His irises are the milky pale of his father, Ramsay Bolton.

Role: Northern Cavalryman in the North

Equipment: A trusty, slightly rusty spear and a buckler.

Skills: Arak is nearly unparalleled in fighting with lance and spear on horseback (yet very little else), and has a penchant for brutal surprise tactics. He also has the accurate and perceptive eyes of the Boltons, almost instinctively knowing where it hurts most to drive a spear.

Biography: During Ramsay's paramountcy in the North, he sowed his seeds far and wide, occasionally himself invoking the ancient Right of First Night. One such woman he lay with was a handmaiden in Winterfell, and on that night Arak was conceived. In his early years, he never had the luxurious life of a lord. His mother barely scraped by for herself, without the complication of a large child with an equally large appetite. Arak knew this wouldn't do, and at the tender age of 12 decided to help support the family by joining the Winterfell garrison after the Stark reconquest. He begged the garrison captain to sign him on immediately, and he, being an incredible softheart with rather poor common sense, reluctantly agreed. He was put to training immediately, which he took to with gusto, often rising hours before the instructor. There, he learned the value of honor and duty, and found in himself the potential to do great good for the kingdom.

His training paid off, and he became a part of the Northern Cavalry the moment he reached adulthood. Mysteriously, a little later he made contact with a mysterious patron that only communicated by mail. Arak never met the patron, and the letters sent to him were never signed, but the two of them quickly picked up a sort of rapport, with Arak sending his replies to a backstreet alley in the poor quarter of the castle town and receiving a reply a few days later along with a few gold dragons.

Arak tried to keep his ancestry a secret. His mother was honest about where he came from, and it wouldn't do to be attached to the most dishonorable name in the paramountcy. One day, after an especially hard day of drilling, a messenger came specifically for him. For some reason, Bran Stark wished to speak to him. He claiming he knew who his father was and offered to help keep the secret. Bran said that he threatened and bribed those who figured out his parentage to keep the matter quiet, and even once offered to make adopt Arak as a Stark. Arak refused, but never forgot the generousness of his liege, and swore to himself that he would protect the Starks with his life, even if they never know of it.

Arak to this day is tough, honorable, and loyal to the death. He does not fear battle, and almost seems to revel in combat. He keeps his promises, and his spirit has brought back fellows from a rout multiple times. He reveres the Stark family, and tries his best to imitate the late Ned Stark (whom he read about in a few historical documents), who he holds in such high esteem that his comrades joke that his faith isn't to the Old Gods, it's to Ned. Ambitions he has little, but one of his dreams is to finally meet his mysterious patron, and perhaps become an honorary Stark.

Notes:

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

@MrDidact I'm debating between an honorable northern cavalryman who's actually a bastard of Ramsay Bolton (to be a foil for William) and Ser Erin "the Brown", a kingsguard who shit himself in his first battle and hasn't lived down his reputation. Any preferences?

Magic RP (Open to new players)

Rughoi brushed past his prying generals and almost ran to the throne room. He pushed open the doors and looked in wonder. There it was, within the slightly damaged walls and melancholy air, a tall and glorious gilded throne. Rughoi took one step towards it in awe, then another, and before he knew it his left claw brushed against one of the armrests. He felt as if the spirits of those who had sat there before him were calling his name, offering their advice and inviting him to succeed them. When he rested on the throne, something in him changed. He truly felt like Rughoi the Unbound.

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Days later, news of the battle reached the Fertile Valley. Krakas listened intently in the middle of the crowd, trying to focus on the words of the herald. Her eyes widened in shock as she heard one name. Rughoi. Pushing her way out, she rushed to a carriage station. "Take me to Traeton," she commanded, slamming a bag of coins on the table. "I need to speak with my son.

Castle Grimm [A Fantasy Drama]

Name: Ekaterina IV Novonatya
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Allegiance: The Onyx Empire

Appearance: Ekaterina looks perfect for a low member of the Onyx Court, meaning that she is almost unnoticeable. Her hair, once slightly red in her youth, she rigorously dyes dark brown to avoid the scrutiny of those above her. She lays makeup thickly not only on her visual faults, but on her more beautiful aspects as well, and does anything in her power to visually stay out of any side of anyone, especially the emperor. The one thing she can't hide under dye and makeup are her steel-blue eyes, that seem to glint malevolently out of the corner of everyone else's vision.

Personality: Ekaterina is in many matters of manner typical of the Onyx Empire. She is haughty and self-superior, looking down her nose at everyone below her. She believes herself inherently better than the "peasant rabble", and would look down her nose at anyone who doesn't possess noble blood. Also in the manner of the Onyx Empire, she capers and cavorts around anyone she knows to be of higher standing than herself, in hopes of gaining favor and eventually support.

History: Ekaterina was born and lived her entire life in turmoil. She was the daughter of Prince Slokotya Novonatya of the Principality of Zator, a vassal of the Onyx Empire. At Ekaterina's birth, the emperor was Qartaz Obsidian. Qartaz had two sons, Frederick and Heinrich. When the old emperor died, Frederick ascended the throne, but a few dissident principalities, including Zator, backed Heinrich's claim, the younger brother being less intelligent and easier to manipulate. Frederick, who had renamed himself Titus in honor of the ancient civilizations, was easily able to crush this uproar, and confiscated the Principality of Zator from the Novonatya family. Slokotya was imprisoned and later executed, and left his daughter nothing but an ill-reputed name. The Onyx Emperor likely noticed her aptitude for diplomacy, and sent her to Castle Grimm, possibly fearing a conspiracy centered around the daughter of one of his most powerful enemies. Ekaterina, however, plans to forge a secret alliance with the Grimm Dynasty, and have them back the coup soon to occur in the Onyx Empire.

Why I Fight: Vengeance, plain and simple, against Titus Obsidian.

Skills: Ekaterina's skills are why she was sent on this diplomatic mission to Castle Grimm. She has one of the most silver tongues in the empire, is frugal and smart with money, but most importantly can keep a secret and take it to her grave if need be.

'Pon this day I madeth entrance to the illustrious Castle of Grimm

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

If its alright with you, I think I'm going to create a second character.

Castle Grimm [A Fantasy Drama]

Name: Ekaterina IV Novonatya
Age: 26
Gender: Female
Allegiance: The Onyx Empire

Appearance: Ekaterina looks perfect for a low member of the Onyx Court, meaning that she is almost unnoticeable. Her hair, once slightly red in her youth, she rigorously dyes dark brown to avoid the scrutiny of those above her. She lays makeup thickly not only on her visual faults, but on her more beautiful aspects as well, and does anything in her power to visually stay out of any side of anyone, especially the emperor.

Personality: Ekaterina is in many matters of manner typical of the Onyx Empire. She is haughty and self-superior, looking down her nose at everyone below her. She believes herself inherently better than the "peasant rabble", and would look down her nose at anyone who doesn't possess noble blood. Also in the manner of the Onyx Empire, she capers and cavorts around anyone she knows to be of higher standing than herself, in hopes of gaining favor and eventually support.

History: Ekaterina was born and lived her entire life in turmoil. She was the daughter of Prince Slokotya Novonatya of the Principality of Zator, a vassal of the Onyx Empire. At Ekaterina's birth, the emperor was Qartaz Obsidian. Qartaz had two sons, Frederick and Heinrich. When the old emperor died, Frederick ascended the throne, but a few dissident principalities, including Zator, backed Heinrich's claim, the younger brother being less intelligent and easier to manipulate. Frederick, who had renamed himself Titus in honor of the ancient civilizations, was easily able to crush this uproar, and confiscated the Principality of Zator from the Novonatya family. Slokotya was imprisoned and later executed, and left his daughter nothing but an ill-reputed name. The Onyx Emperor likely noticed her aptitude for diplomacy, and sent her to Castle Grimm, possibly fearing a conspiracy centered around the daughter of one of his most powerful enemies. Ekaterina, however, plans to forge a secret alliance with the Grimm Dynasty, and have them back the coup soon to occur in the Onyx Empire.

Why I Fight: Vengeance, plain and simple, against Titus Obsidian.

Skills: Ekaterina's skills are why she was sent on this diplomatic mission to Castle Grimm. She has one of the most silver tongues in the empire, is frugal and smart with money, but most importantly can keep a secret and take it to her grave if need be.

'Pon this day I madeth entrance to the illustrious Castle of Grimm

Castle Grimm [A Fantasy Drama]

@IceHeart Still room in this RP for one more?

Game of Thrones : The Pact of Ice and Fire (Always Open)

I think by disregarding the beastman fight and skipping to midday, I may have written myself into a bit of a corner. I'll have to sit on my hands until the battle is over and the Stepstones adventure can continue.

Magic RP (Open to new players)

" . . . They've deserted," Rughoi lied, trying to hide his nervousness. Rama was still new, and showed signs of dissent and challenge. If his morals can't be completely trusted to execute his order no matter what, best keep the truth to himself. "Excellent work as usual. I see a promotion in your future." With that, he left to check on Kutur and his siege weaponry.

"Your Might, good to see you!" Kutur shouted, waving his claw. He was only ever this excited when he was working on his pet projects. "I did as you asked! Catapult two should fire far more efficient than the rest of them, with a bit of tinkering! If you observe this lever here, Your Might . . . " he started right into his long-winded lecture, but Rughoi interrupted him before he got too far.

" -Yes, that is of course an excellent achievement. Now if you're ready, I would like this palace taken. Today, if possible," Rughoi commanded.

"Erm, right. Yes, Your Might," Kutur said, nodding, and loaded a stone into the new catapult.