Elitestpotato

Waeldeshore 1.0 [CONCLUDED]

This is the problem with today's youth. They're all skin and bones.

Last march of the Dwarves

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I had read the OP, but I wanted more detail, is there a magic council in the elven society, is it d&d centric as were magicians are more power seaking or more tolken movieish as in wisdom and lore seaking, The quedtion was answered anyway but i feel i need to respond to your post to clarify my intention with what I asked.

@phillmyster

Yeah, sorry. That was my first instinct and I regretted posting it.

Waeldeshore 1.0 [CONCLUDED]

Everybody cool off!

Waeldeshore 1.0 [CONCLUDED]

I Love the Smell of Burning Flesh in the Morning

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Quickly following Xusin, Edict finds himself looking down at a burning skeleton... That's still moving. His sword is quickly driven through the skull of the corpse and the fire almost immediately goes out along with the movement. As for the door currently on fire, Edict throws powder, that he keeps in a small side pocket, onto it which quickly smothers the flame. He quickly walks over to Xusin.
"Are you alright? What were you referring to when you ran out here? I'm pretty sure whoever you sensed did this.", he nods towards the charred remains.
"Gnome! Get out here! And give me your name. You've been attempting to be helpful and none of us even know your name."

@The Fated Fallen @ArenaSnow@Inertia @Strafe @notdeadyet

Last march of the Dwarves

So, how magic centric is the world, I´m interested in making a bard wizard or sorcerer kind of character, but I have to know some magic centric thing´s if there are any.

@phillmyster

If you will not bother to read the OP, then why show interest?

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

The demon of chaos takes the whip without even flinching. In all truthfulness, it hurts like the Dickens. However, That will not give Shukra, or the Master for that matter, the pleasure of seeing him in pain. Besides, the power he had gained from the commotion this little argument had caused has more than made up what he has lost. The demon takes Anithar's condolences with a nod of respect, for that being is one of true chaos, and looks directly at Shukra and says, "I thought Cats always landed on their feet." and follows that up with a sly smile. That then slinks back into the shadows and teleports back into his room, where he finds his humans conversing amongst each other.

"Humans,", That Which Consumes Peace almost mutters in his deep, hollow tone, "We shall begin training now." That begins to whisper into the minds of each of the humans. Instead of urging particular acts, he urges the general idea of chaos and being a vassal for it's power. The demon urges the many, many techniques of causing chaos among a family, a community, an army, even a whole kingdom that he has knowledge of. He urges that the humans be loyal to him, and only him. While he cannot completely rid the humans of the memories of their past lives he could urge them to push the memories to the very back of their minds, focussing on other things instead. By the time he is done the eight men are completely mentally drained and puke paints the cave walls.

Satisfied, That Which Consumes Peace announces to the humans, "Well done. You all shall be rewarded with a feast and rest." He then disappears and returns with a grand meal of pheasant, duck, beef, carrots, peas, corn, and wine. It is a meal fit for a king. Slowly, the humans recover and begin scarfing on the food, grateful for the nourishment. That Which Consumes Peace watches over them, quite pleased with the way the humans handle the mental assault.

Last march of the Dwarves

Warbeast

Appearance: 7 feet one inch tall, 310 pounds of muscle. Randle is a hulking mass of a person, bigger than any known human but not as big as a troll. Excluding his height and muscle mass, his looks are mostly human-like. He has a very blunt face, ending in a long brown beard. His nose is quite troll-ish but not ugly, just blunt. His eyes are also solid black, without pupil, like a troll's eyes are. He has battle scars across his body. In his beard there are several beard metals: a Steel tube, a sliver tube and a gold tube.

Name: Randle Warbeast

Age: 25

Titles/Alias: Humanskin, Shortstuff, World Killer

Race: Half-Troll Half-Human

Rank: Warrior

Weapon(s): A double sided battle axe with a black handle and steel blades. At the tip of the handle, between the two blades, lays a steel spike. Warbeast has named it "Limbless" for the state that it leaves his enemies in.

Personality: Dumb in human terms but smarter than a troll. Simple. Quick-tempered like a troll. Slow witted. Kind. Hates humans. Doesn't mind Elves even though he's killed them.

Bio: Randle's mother was raped by a troll at the age of 18. Miraculously, or horrendously depending on your point of view, she was impregnated. This had never happened before and will most likely never happen again. His mother's family disowned her, calling her a "Troll-fucker" and claiming that she bedded a beast, and a beast that is an enemy at that.

The girl was bullied up until she had the baby. When she did, she named him Randle and tried to move to a new town to get away from what had happened. However, the tales of "The girl who bedded a troll" followed her wherever she went. Randle's mother ended up killing herself when the boy was only 4. As an orphan on the street, no one showed Randle mercy. They beat and bullied him just as bad, if not worse than they did his mother. They called him things like "freak" and "hellspawn". He was treated like this, left to rot in poverty and despair, until one day a Dwarf that was passing through named Ogarth Steelheel found the youth crying on the side of the road.

Always a kind dwarf, Steelheel took Ranlde in, bringing the half troll home. Randle grew up, basically, as a dwarf. He was treated like every other dwarf. Randle's growth was found to be accelerated, reaching the size of a full grown man at 13 and he didn't stop growing until 19, when he reached his current size.

Randle was quickly found to be an excellent fighter and an even better solider. His strength rivaled that of trolls and he wielded an axe like it was nothing, destroying anything he was pointed at. Unless it violates his moral code (Steelheel was big on right and wrong while raising Randle) Randle followed every order. Quickly, his last name became Warbeast, for the way they unleashed him upon enemies and he would slaughter them. Although he would kill elves, he never quite understood the hate for them, but he would never let the other dwarves know. He does, however, hold a huge resentment to humans and hates most of them. Now, with the three armies prepared to drive back to darkness once again, Randle Warbeast finds himself among the tallest ranks of the dwarf army.

Extra: Loves dogs, especially puppies.

Waeldeshore 1.0 [CONCLUDED]

Fucking Magic

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Edict slowly lowers his sword, "Fine, but if any of you take a fire ball to the face it's on you.", Edict backs off of Xusin and turns back towards the store keeper. "Assuming that you're not a witch, where exactly did you get that book?", Edict has obviously calmed down at this point and has come to the conclusion that the woman is not a threat, despite her words.

"You should really be more careful with that, Maria.", he said, a hint of actual worry in his voice. "If a local had of seen that you'd already be dead.", the Witch Hunter turned towards the rest of the people present, "This place isn't exactly kind to magic users.", Edict had done his research before coming back to Waeldeshore. He then sheaths his sword and looks at Cassius, "Get your fucking arm fixed before you fight anyone.", Edict remarks.
@The Fated Fallen@Strafe@Inertia@notdeadyet

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

Everyone is assuming That gets hit. You guys forget that he can teleport.

The Horde of Evil - Tresspassing through treacherous tribes' territory! (RP closed)

@Cyclone Don't forget to pm about the hero thing.