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Dragon Age: Warden's Folly

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hello my good friend User here put me onto this I think I'll make a Royal Guard :)

Shifter's War (Modern Fantasy RP)

That's what I'm oping to do, just need a healthy amount of people to show interest :)

Lands Behind The Mists - A Fantasy Steam-punk Word Building Adventure

At the mention of a ship Stephen's eyes darted around taking in the many ships at the docks. A ship was something that meant more than just a transport, it meant a way to remove himself from the smog. To lift more than just his spirits, to lift himself from the grime of the city and breath fresh air for the first time in his life. Not to mention a chance to swipe it for himself and live like a king among the clouds.

"I meself ain't from Steamport. I came 'ere a bit ago from another smog covered city covered in shite like this one 'ere." Stephen said with a shrug. His mind racing with the possibilities a ship implicated. Along with what prospects the venture this man was offering. Might be worth his time to go along and claim both the ship and whatever this venture paid off. "As for me schedule, the price ain't so high. Just split whatever this venture of yours has ta offer and you'll have the skills of the fastest fingers come to reside in this 'ere city." He added before dangling the man's coin pouch before his eyes. A satisfied smirk upon his lips.

@User

Shifter's War (Modern Fantasy RP)

Ok I got this idea and wanted to pass it by some people to see if there's interest.

So Shifters are people, but not really. They look like people, but they can transform into animals, or mythical creatures. So one shifter could turn into a cat, while another is a dragon, but you won't know unless they change. Bid thing is they've been living among us since forever, but no one ever knew, until recently. They messed up, one of them got captured and some messed up scientist accidentally forced them to change. Now the world knows, some people are welcoming, but most are rioting against them. Imagine the Salem Witch hunts but on a worldwide scale. Suddenly everyone is a shifter if they piss off their neighbor. The real tragedy is that global courts have ruled that as shifters are neither human nor animal then they don't fall under any of the protection laws of both categories. So now scientists are experimenting on them without restriction and the populace are able to do as they please to them without repercussion.

Now, obviously some shifters are fighting back, defending themselves, but not really effectively. Not until one of them rises up to bring them together, to defend them, and ultimately crush the humans that attack them, to put them in their place beneath the heal of shifter rule. Yet, for ever revolution there is resistance, but who? Why another group of shifters who just want peace, who don't want to rule the humans, or get revenge, but to live with them, in harmony. So now the world is torn in three, the rebel shifters, the peaceful ones, and the humans who believe they have to defend themselves from the rebel shifters, and attack the rest.

So what do you think? Sound good or not, let me know ^^

Lands Behind The Mists - A Fantasy Steam-punk Word Building Adventure

Stephen's eyes brightened behind his goggles. This man wasn't just a target, he was a target with more than he had available to the eyes. This was something worth invested time. "Adventure ya say?" Stephen asked as he plopped down on a barrel beside the pale man. "Well I know plenty o' people round this bit that would do ya good. The problem bein though, they ain't the most kindly, not like me ya see. Me I'm a honest man, but I could point out the ones ya don't want." Stephen put a casual arm around the man's shoulders and pulled him close. "Like this bloke 'ere" he nodded his head towards a large man leaning against a building. "He 'as a strong arm sure, but 'e'll snap yer neck and rob ya corpse soon as ya turn yer back on him. Then there's one's like 'im over there," gesturing to a scraggly little kid in rags for cloths. "All sweet right? Wrong, boy 'as the fastest hands in the port. Can snatch yer coin 'fore ya know he was there."

Stephen released the man and leaned back a bit, locking his hands behind his head. "If yer lookin for honest men though, well I guess I could clear up me schedule a bit, but that depends on what this 'ittle venture as ta offer, o course," he said with a smirk as his keen eyes stared at the man.

@User

Dragon Age: Warden's Folly

Torian Aldritch

Name: Torian "Tor" Aldritch
Age: 25
Sex: Male
Race: Human
Allegiance: Ferelden/ Chantry
Class/Sub-class: Warrior/ Templar: Sword and Shield

Appearance:

Abilities:
1. Master Combat Training
2. Righteous Strike
3. Cleanse Area
4. Mental Fortress
5. Holy Smite
6. Shield Bash
7. Shield Defense

Personality: Torian is a pious man, always serving the Chantry and blessing the Creator. He is more open minded though than most Templars, as he is able to see the good of mages and magic, and not just the evil. Though always vigilant for corruption he is seen as a kindly man more opt to defend others than attack. His shield is a bulwark from evil and boon to his allies as he swears to let no harm come to those he stands besides. His will is a solid wall bending to no adversity in his life and pillar for others to stand behind. Torian though suffers from one thing that all Templars do, and that is a severe addiction to Lyrium.

History: Torian grew up around Red Cliff Village where his parents raised him to be devout in the Chantry's teachings, and his older brother taught him about swordplay. His brother latter in his childhood to join a band of mercenaries where Torian never heard about him again. Meanwhile he continued his studies at the Chantry and even played swords with his friends. While he was still young Torian's father sent him off to join the Templars, to further hone his fighting prowess and his devotion to the Creator, but most importantly, the Chantry.

Torian was still a novice when the Blight struck Ferelden and was stationed at the Chantry in Highever. Luckily avoiding the most of the chaos in the south, and the at the Circle. Though he pleaded to join the front line in the siege of Denerim he was never allowed to leave to stand beside the Hero of Ferelden. Instead he stayed at the Chantry to finish his training and defend Highever from bandits and maintain order.

It wasn't until a few years after the Blight that Torian was fully knighted as a Templar. Finally able to leave Highever he was placed in Denerim to help with reconstruction and aiding the land still recovering from the Blight. This would once again keep him at a distance from world events when the mages rebelled and the Templars left the Chantry. Torian was possibly one of the few Templars to stay with the Chantry during the rebellion as he viewed the Templars cessation as an act of blasphemy and desertion. Therefore he remained loyal to the Chantry throughout the panic of the Breach and the rebellion in whole.

Now with this new threat to the world Torian refuses to sit in the shadows of history and let others fight without him. He has heard the call to arms by the Grey Wardens and he means to respond with sword and shield, and absolute faith to purge the wickedness from the world. To lift high the Chant of Light and let its brilliance burn away the corruption that plagues the land.

Dragon Age: Warden's Folly

WOOT WOOT!!! Thank You! :) Any particular way I should hop in or just do whatever? :)

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Lands Behind The Mists - A Fantasy Steam-punk Word Building Adventure

Stephen was walking the docks of Steamport, twirling one of his knives by the tube attached to it and whistling joyfully. Today seemed like a good day. The smog was thick, the port busy, and the people in too much of a hurry to notice when their wallets gone missing. Smoggy days, as were most days here, were good days, but today Stephen had the hunch that it was going to be a great day.

His leather boots creaked as he strode easily around, his eyes always watching from behind his red tinted goggles. Looking for an easy target, and one that would bag him a nice bit of coin. Most people paid him little notice, others only noticed the two pairs of short, blade looking horns, that swept back through his head of shaggy brown hair, and backed away a step. It bother him little, he was used to it, and even come to enjoy it.

An easy smile appeared as Stephen spotted a mark, a pale man sitting upon barrel, listening to a radio. Stephen quickly popped his knife back into it's sheath before walking easily up to the man. "Oi there mate," he said brightly with a smirk. "Yea seem ta be a bit bothered by this here box," tapping the radio with a finger. "'Ow bout I show ya round the block, show ya what this here smoggy bit o port as ta offer? Could take ya to a nice 'ittle pub for a pint if ya interested?" Ain't no worries a mug or two can't fix eh?" Stephen went on as he eyed the man's clothing, trying to find where he hid his cash.

@User

Fairy Tail: Wings & Tails (Rebooted)

Erin Draven

Erin smiled broadly up at Matsuki when he complimented the little bird. "It is, isn't it," Erin replied in a quiet voice as he gently tossed the bird into the air, coercing it with a bit to fly around Matsuki's head and then letting it go about the hall on its own. "Animals agree with me more than people most days," Erin added as he watched the little bird fly around. After a few moments he turned his attention back to Matsuki "It hasn't been so long has it? I feel I only left just yesterday to deal with that rather grumpy mountain ape," he said with a chuckle, right before Gwen came up.

Erin's black robes fluttered around him as the door opened to admit a new face. The man wore a mask, but seemed a bit nervous as he approached. Erin smiled kindly at the man as he asked about the guild. "No need to be nervous, we're all friends here," Erin said as the man removed his mask to reveal his brown eyes.

The bird flew around and landed upon the newcomers shoulder, chirping brightly in his ear. With Erin's coercion of course. He believed that animals being of pure souls can welcome a person better than another.

@Leslie Hall
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