Guilty Spark

Combat-centered High-Fantasy w/Modern elements Stat-Supplemented Roleplay

I'm interested.

A Tale Of Fantasy - 2 Spots Open

The muck of the forest clung to Mazen's boots as he stepped through the dense foliage onto the winding path that lead to the nearby village. He had come to this remote area in the hopes of making contact with more of his people, but he'd had no such luck. As he walked, sending quick glances into the shadowed recesses of the forest to dissuade predators, he once again examined the amulet clasped about his neck. The characters inscribed on it were in the tongue of his people, which he hadn't had occasion to utter aloud in a long time. He had no desire to do so now.

Replacing the amulet beneath his breastplate, Mazen continued along the path until the trees thinned and the village was ahead of him. Nothing about his posture changed as he approached "civilization," to him traversing a village of humans was no different than stalking through the woods at night. His experience told him he would not be welcome in the village, but he didn't care whether humans welcomed him. The village hounds began barking one by one as they scented him, as if he were a wolf threatening the flock. Ignoring them, and the gasps of the few villagers who saw him, he made his way to the building he had identified as the tavern.

Swinging open the door, he stepped boldly into the midst of the laughter and clatter of tankards. However, even his imposing aura of confidence wasn't enough to halt challenges. A burly villager stood up as if to accost Mazen, but after meeting the dark elf's baleful red eyes he sunk back to his bench with trembling knees. His dispassionate gaze raked over the patrons as he took in the room. Deciding on a destination, he made his way to the bar and sat down. His sensitive ears tracked everything that occurred behind him as his fingers tapped the surface of the bar rhythmically, itching to grasp the hilt of his blade.

A Tale Of Fantasy - 2 Spots Open

@Avanhelsing That one's working for me.

http://i.imgur.com/byYIftu.jpg If this doesn't work there's something wrong with your computer.

A Tale Of Fantasy - 2 Spots Open

@Hawlin

@Hawlin
UHh I cant see you pic. Am I just dumb?

@Avanhelsing

I had that problem as well, I think this works though: http://simg4.gelbooru.com//images/5e/3b/5e3bf55face47e3a3d03d02c06044520.jpg

A Tale Of Fantasy - 2 Spots Open

^{Click Above For Source}

---

"Why should I hide myself?"

---

Name: Mazen Alurat

Race: Dökkálfar (A.K.A. "Dark Elf")

Apparent Age: 30

Actual Age: Unknown

Profession: Pilgrim; Bodyguard

Possessions: (1) Hardened leather armor of an outlandish design. (2) A dark elf falchion that has been passed down his family for generations; it makes a keening cry as it cuts the air which most people find disconcerting. (3) A chipped talisman inscribed with the seal of his clan. (4) A satchel with food and a few coins of varied materials.

Skills/Magic/Talents:

• Venomous Gaze: When Mazen activates this ability, making eyes contact with an enemy can give them a paralyzing sense of terror, but it can only be used on one person at a time.
• Earth Meld: Mazen can disappear into nature, melding with anything from trees to rocks, to disguise his presence.
• Dark Elf Senses: Mazen has great night vision and a keen sense of smell and, to a lesser extent, hearing.
• Dark Elf Swordsman: Mazen is skilled with a sword, and has trained with techniques known only to his people.

Demeanor: Mazen moves with the tension of a coiled spring, carrying himself like a predator wary of ambush. Despite that, any experienced swordsman or martial artist who laid eyes on Mazen would see that he has a grace to his stride which only comes from vast self-assurance.

History:

Mazen was born amidst a small clan of his people in a swamp that they had dwelt in for time beyond reckoning. His people were withered, but proud. When humans expanded into their swamp, clearing away vegetation to plant more crops, they two peoples did not take kindly to one another. Hunters contracted by the humans set about capturing or exterminating the remaining dark elves, a fate which Mazen narrowly escaped. He has spent the many years since on the road, escaping persecution through both violence and cunning, as he searches for the remaining clans of his people.

In the few instances he has encountered those who saw through his inhuman heritage to the skill beneath, he has accepted work as a bodyguard when the price was right.

A Tale Of Fantasy - 2 Spots Open

@Lady Amalthea

^{Click Above For Source}

---

"Why should I hide myself?"

---

Name: Mazen Alurat

Race: Dökkálfar (A.K.A. "Dark Elf")

Apparent Age: 30

Actual Age: Unknown

Profession: Pilgrim; Bodyguard

Possessions: (1) Hardened leather armor of an outlandish design. (2) A dark elf falchion that has been passed down his family for generations; it makes a keening cry as it cuts the air which most people find disconcerting. (3) A chipped talisman inscribed with the seal of his clan. (4) A satchel with food and a few coins of varied materials.

Skills/Magic/Talents:

• Venomous Gaze: When Mazen activates this ability, making eyes contact with an enemy can give them a paralyzing sense of terror, but it can only be used on one person at a time.
• Earth Meld: Mazen can disappear into nature, melding with anything from trees to rocks, to disguise his presence.
• Dark Elf Senses: Mazen has great night vision and a keen sense of smell and, to a lesser extent, hearing.
• Dark Elf Swordsman: Mazen is skilled with a sword, and has trained with techniques known only to his people.

Demeanor: Mazen moves with the tension of a coiled spring, carrying himself like a predator wary of ambush. Despite that, any experienced swordsman or martial artist who laid eyes on Mazen would see that he has a grace to his stride which only comes from vast self-assurance.

History:

Mazen was born amidst a small clan of his people in a swamp that they had dwelt in for time beyond reckoning. His people were withered, but proud. When humans expanded into their swamp, clearing away vegetation to plant more crops, they two peoples did not take kindly to one another. Hunters contracted by the humans set about capturing or exterminating the remaining dark elves, a fate which Mazen narrowly escaped. He has spent the many years since on the road, escaping persecution through both violence and cunning, as he searches for the remaining clans of his people.

In the few instances he has encountered those who saw through his inhuman heritage to the skill beneath, he has accepted work as a bodyguard when the price was right.

Ace High Straight (A Wild Card realisticly superpowered Casual/Adv. RPG)

@Nightraider Thanks, and it's alright I wasn't far enough in that it causes any setbacks.

Ace High Straight (A Wild Card realisticly superpowered Casual/Adv. RPG)

@Nightraider Do you mind explaining the events surrounding the swarm invasion in a little more detail? It sounds like a pretty big deal.

Ace High Straight (A Wild Card realisticly superpowered Casual/Adv. RPG)

I like this.

And:

Over the Ages Episode 1: All that Remains

Edit: Nvm, I think I'm done RPing for right now.