[i]Loud footsteps echoed throughout the long, highly decorated hallway. They were rushed footsteps and the man running toward the twin doors cared little for the rich tapestries of long forgotten places, portraits of grumpy old men, and the myriad of artifacts carefully arranged for full display. Such privilege flaunted so carelessly might have been tempting to take, if it wasn't for the person who owned them. The man, perhaps in his late twenties, was sweating profusely and his cheeks were flushed. Upon his body was a black uniform lined with silver and had a blazing yellow symbol of the sun a top his right breast. It signified his position as a commanding officer in the Sol Protectorate, but that company was supposed to be on the front lines...
Behind the doors, a small number of men stood around a table, looking over a war map. At the head of this table stood a man wearing a small crown, he too wore a simple black uniform except his symbol was an ornate owl of silver. His grave expression and cold steel eyes were worrisome. And then the doors burst open, all eyes at the table turned to the newcomer as a few cautious guards glanced wearily with their hands upon their hilts. The man's breathing was ragged and he spoke out of breath.
"Mi'lords... Westgate has fallen. Commander Tyberius held out for as long as he could but the enemy is too great. I.. I am sorry."
The man then collapsed before them, and a few aids rushed to his side. The crowned man sighed, bowing his head as if in defeat for a moment before looking up at the others surrounding him. They were generals and lords and he was their Emperor of a land besieged. They looked to him for guidance and authority but the war was straining the stability of the Empire and he had ignored them for far too long.
He spoke, his voice commanding respect but held a hint of shame, "Give out the word then, tell them Emperor Janus calls for champions. Tell them they are to strike at the heart, the Ebony Mountain of Kazath." He sighed and gritted his teeth, "And tell them they'll be rewarded handsomely."
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Plot - Two years ago, in the far western reaches of the Empire, a seed sprouted in the womb of the Ebony Mountain. What came next was horrific. Great tendrils of a dark green shot up from the ground in the immediate area surrounding the mountains in pestilence and decay. From the vines, as people called them, came the Scorned. So the war began, between the peoples of the Empire and the new threat that unified them even more so, then the bonds of old. In the two short years of the war, the Empire has been steadily loosing ground as the Vines grew from the mountain. The fall of Westgate finally prompted Emperor Janus to call for outside help as his military forces were only useful as defense for the empire. Now, it's time to strike the heart of the Scorn itself, one desperate attempt to stop the Scorned from advancing any further. And you won't be doing it without help.
World Lore- The Empire of Caldania has long since stood as the pinnacle of cultural achievement and prosperity on the continent of Eon. There was no need for petty wars or rivalry between other kingdoms, because they all bent the knee centuries ago in the Age of Strife to Dramoria Caldan, first Emperor of a united Eon. He was a a scholar first and warrior second only out of necessity. However, the means of his unification have been a topic of importance as of late. He had used the fabled artifacts of Dran'Kurath, weapons of power and jewelry that bestowed great gifts, as means of pacifying the people. Those artifacts were held back by Janus himself, as they were to valuable and a symbol of power. Now, with his Empire collapsing, what little choice is there but to use them?
Humans; Self explanatory. Dominant people of the Empire and found everywhere but primarily towards the center. (Humans are talented at many things but never the best. They are however, quite determined when in the right mindset.)
Elves;
Wood Elves- Once found in the lush forests of the North, where their people lived a top the great Evertrees. Now virtually extinct due to the Navorus Plague. However, there a rumors of a small band that travel the land, never to return to their homes for fear of the plague. Pictures indicate that they were a fair people, above average in appearances and well skilled in hunting. (Wood elves are incredibly nimble on their feet and are well accustomed to vanishing among trees. Their skill with a bow made them the best archers throughout Eon but that was before the plague. They aren't very strong compared to the other races and prefer to keep a distance from enemies. Magic isn't well documented within their race.)
High Elves- Found in the tropics of the South. Their rich culture traces themselves well back before the founding of the Empire. They are renown for their ship building and abilities with martial weapons. They are fairly dark in appearance, with a slight point on their ears. (They are dexterous on their feet and even quicker with a blade. However, there ore those who do wield magic in their race, but they are outcasts because the High Elves see magic as a weakness and dishonorable.)
Dwarves; A forgotten race. They retreated deep inside their mountains before the founding of the Empire. Some books talk of small bearded men with a knack for mining, others talk of vile creatures that inhabit the dark places of the world, always seeking a way to find and eat children. If anything is agreed upon, it is that they are gone.
Orcs; The orcish people are found in Eastern parts of the Empire. They are well known for their great works of art within their cities of alabaster stone. Whether it be with stone, paint or clay Orcish art has a primal beauty to it that is well admired and sought after in throughout the Empire. They use to be a brutal, warlike society but Emperor Dramoria changed their ways for the better and they are now respected throughout Imperial Society. They range in appearances and usually try to match the trends set by their nobility. (Orcs pride themselves on being strong and cunning on the battlefield and their strength is legendary. They are not very fast however and the vast majority lack magical abilities)
Semper Fae; The Fae are on odd race, not restrained down by normal cultural customs or the ever changing political structure of the Empire. They never truly die, but at the end of their long lives, are instead reborn in their gardens of Yold. They despise conflict and actively shy away from war. They much prefer to give then take, and wouldn't hesitate to help those in need. The Semper Fae are well known across Eon for their magnificent gardens and their ability to wield an assortment of magics. Their land and its beauty or currently under siege by the Scorned and they are loosing badly.
The exotic looking Semper Fae have roots that go well before recorded history and perhaps even beyond the first days of man. They come in many different appearances, and can change from Rebirth to Rebirth. The most basic of the Fae take on looks that mimic plant life, and their dazzling colors are a thing of beauty. As a Fae lives, and relives again and again, they can add to their design and become ornate, with some older Fae looking like gnarled trees or flowers as radiant as the sun. One thing is known for sure, the Semper Fae defy mortal logic.
Once grown from the Yold tree, the Fae nurture and tend to the offspring. Gender is fluid among them, and a new Fae can switch at each Rebirth if they choose too. The Semper Fae don't really die in the terms that other mortals use. To them, it's all about renewing themselves, much like plants do every season. Except the Fae can go for years without needing to be reborn, it's all a matter of prospective to them and a whole lot of patience. Their very life force is draws from magic and it provides them much needed energy. They don't have to eat, but sleep is a necessity and allows a little magic to seep back into them. During the time outside of the Garden Wombs, their energy will slowly dwindle away as they use it up and they will grow older in appearance. If a Semper Fae does not rebirth itself after having spent all of it's energy, it turns to dust in the wind. They can still die by normal means, but it would take a very cruel man to kill a Fae or, monsters...
(Focuses on Magic and ranged abilities, not very good with swords and other melee weapons)
Dramon- Capital City of the Empire, located in the very center of Eos. Populations estimates are well over a million inhabitants. Well known for its monuments to Dramoria and architecture feats.
The Ebony Mountain- It's located in the Kazath mountains range in the far western fringes of the Empire. Well known for being black as night amidst its brothers of grey. Also known as the source for the corruption known as Scorn.
Cidanol- It's best known for being the ancestral home of the High Elves, located on the coast of the Sea of Etheriel.
Crepix- What use to be simple tents made from animal hides, is now a rapidly growing city of stone. The orcs have been steadily building Crepix for centuries, and its architectural beauty almost beats Dramon.
Yoldanland- The Fae don't really have a home city, but a land they call homage to their God. Within it lays the fabled Gardens of Yold and the secret to the Fae's immortality. It is currently under siege by the Scorned, and they are slowly turning it into a mockery of life.
Evermore- Once home to the Wood Elves, now only the trees remain. Quiet and uncaring.
Northgate- The first gate founded by Dramoria following the Age of Strife. He chose all of his gates to be built on highground and warded by powerful enchantments. The gates act as a base of operations for the Imperial army and they keep a close watch on the areas that the other races call home. Ever since the Wood Elves died out, Northgate has been understaffed, mainly to keep the areas free of bandits and occasionally watch over some towns in the area.
Eastgate- The second gate to be founded by Dramoria to keep a watch on the orcs who call Crepix home.
Southgate- The third gate to be founded by Dramoria to watch the Sea's of Etherial and the High Elves.
Westgate- The final gate to be founded by Dramoria to keep note of the Fae. Emperor Dramoria knew that they would never rise up against his rule, or anyone for that matter. It was also understaffed before the Scorned hit, but once the threat was known it was completely filled to capacity but now lays overrun.
Magic is a loose term used by scholars and those who practice it to give voice to their inner nature. Magical abilities come in many different assortments but you have to be born with the innate ability to practice it, otherwise you would never be able too. Once found to have the ability to practice magic, a person is whisked away for training in the Imperial Academy of Magicks or IAM. There, students are given a choice to practice their abilities for military use or for less strenuous activities. Those found to have exceptional magical abilities, are given over to the Templar Order of Arcanum and seldom seen again. It usually takes a lifetime of practice and study to be able to use magic effectively, but the option to leave IAM, is given to students after ten years of study. Most are pressured into joining the military.
Types of magic vary but their are a few taboo to the Empire. One mainly being dark magic and the other less known, soul magic.
Little is known about the nature of these weapons and trinkets but one thing resides over all of the rumors. They are of power. Dramoria used them to unite the world under his banner and then fear of their capabilities kept the other races in check. After a time, as the first generation of the empire fell to dust, they were mostly forgotten.
Nowadays, they sit in a vault waiting to be used.
Little is known about the origin of the Scorn save where it came from, The Ebony Mountain. It is like nothing the people of Eon have ever seen before, its very presence corrupts and twists life itself. From the great green tendrils came the first of the Scorned. They were vine-like in appearance, with sickly green appendages and a head that resembled something between a flower and a maw of teeth. They showed no emotion and ran down anything that wasn't one of their own, killing without remorse. Their ghastly shrieks put terror into the hearts of men.
Next came the animals. All manners of creatures, once ordinary and as they should have been, now twisted by corruption. Wolves grew larger and deformed, seething tendrils of corruption from their bodies. Bears became lumbering behemoths of twisted fur and leafy hide. Their very presence was enough to make many a man falter. Ever increasing in number, the Scorned animals made a fine addition to the Scorn.
Picture or Description- Name- Gender- Race- Age- Personality(optional)- Backstory- (minimum of two paragraphs, more is definitely welcome.) Magical abilities- (if any list here) Combat abilities- (if any list here) Motive- (Why would you answer the call of the Emperor? Is it for money? Fame? Glory? Or to do the right thing and help the planet survive?)
1. Follow all rules required by the site itself 2. Your characters can be experienced as you want, or not at all. Just don't Godmod and we'll be good. 3. Power levels can also vary, some races are inherently different then others and such have different traits. They also have flaws, plus your own character will have flaws I'm sure. 4. I'd like this to be somewhat mature, and dark themes could be very present but nothing over the top. 5. Romance is encouraged but not being forced, just keep it pg-13 IC. 6. Feel free to ask me questions, I like to be a very accommodating person. 7. Most importantly have fun! That's what this site is for right?
More things to come, just need a break from writing and to see if anyone is interested!
For the health and sanity of everyone involved here, I think it's time to put this rp to rest. It had its moments and it was a lot of fun but currently the rift created between gm and players would be incredibly hard to fix, at least from my perspective. Maybe give it a couple months, work on the rp a bit and then reboot it when things have calmed down? I'd probably come back if this were the case.
For now, I'm outta here. It was a blast guys, I'll rp with ya later!
His fluttered open as they became adjusted to the light. Taken slightly aback by what he saw, Tiberius clutched his throat but felt nothing out of the ordinary. There was no laceration, no blood and he could still breath. Had he actually killed himself? Or was this something else entirely? It felt surreal, and he was extremely calm about the situation he now found himself in.
The lonesome knight was in a clearing at the waters edge of a lake, across it stood what he thought was the capital city of the elves, but he wasn't sure. The light coming from it was almost eerie, but in a beautiful sort of way. There was something else off about it however, it didn't look alive, just there. It was hard to describe, but as his gaze turned away from the city, he finally was able to see that he was not alone in that clearing after all.
All around him were beings he could only discern as spirits, except they all look wounded in some sort of way. As he looked upon these poor souls, he felt himself stroking his own throat and had a strange feeling that those wounds he saw were self inflicted. They payed no attention to him, and meandered towards a path that went on as far as he could see, to where he knew not, but he didn't really want to find out. Tiberius only felt pity for them and for himself, it was ironic.
Soon he felt a presence not unlike his own calling out to him, and he turned to see a figure next to a bonfire burning blue. She was a female, that much he could tell, decked out in the most elaborate armor he had ever seen. It too, was beautiful and he actually felt a little jealous when he looked at his own mundane set.
She called out to him, her voice normal and he nodded as he walked over towards her, taking a seat to her right. Food and rest did sound inviting, nice even. There was a skull that set to her left, it was large and definitely not human but to its origin, Tiberius did not know. He spoke next, "Thank you for your hospitality. Do you know where we are? I have a strange feeling this isn't entirely real, or I'm just dead." He paused before asking, "Umm, mi'lady I'm afraid you know my name but I am at a loss for yours?"
A couple things about that post. Tiberius hasn't actually offed himself, not yet anyways. He got into that particular mental state because of everything that happened that night plus, the forest is exerting that dark presence is it not? I mean If I was in there and feeling pretty bad about myself, and the forest itself was making things worse, then anything could happen. So I'd say that the point he is at is quite justified.
Tiberius' solemn gaze looked at Vert's stomach to see the golden threads had pierced her maw shut. When Kaite finally spoke something comprehensible, he realized that it was indeed Eru's fault. Or was it a fault at all? He wasn't sure, all he knew is that Vert was now somewhat normal again, if not in mind, at least body. Yet it seemed, Vert had no choice in the matter and would have preferred keeping her maw, to which Tiberius did not know how he felt. Choice is what defined all people bathed in freedom but was Vert free with, or without her maw?
His line of thought broke when Kaite addressed him. He looked at her and saw the fiery glare upon her face. What she said and the tone she used, only made Tiberius angry. He wasn't going to court that disrespectful girl, that had never been his intentions whatsoever, but he obviously made Kaite upset, which in turn was making him upset. Was it wrong of him to actually be nice to other people instead of turning them to cold shoulder? He had said his peace to Fin, and had defended those that were wronged yet here he was, being judged. Just wonderful. Her look made him question himself, what did she want from him? Then she looked away and Tiberius took it as insult, that he wasn't even worth being talked to or able to give a reply.
He looked straight at Kaite and fired back at her with a look of anger, "She's not my damsel you bi-" but once again Tiberius was cut short by ANOTHER person entering into their camp uninvited. And when he was addressed, his rage was at a boiling point. His sword was not a toothpick!
When Fin piped up that Edward was there for her, Tiberius realized that her connection with the warlock was proved truthful but that quickly went to the back of his mind as the newcomer said he wouldn't leave without her. Then why not just take her and by done with it? It wasn't like he truly cared, not anymore. Fin had proved to be charismatic for all the wrong reasons, and he was sure she had tried to use him to further her own goals within their group. So let her be taken, one less thing to worry about.
But by this point in that long night, Tiberius was incredibly tired, angry and no longer cared to be in that clearing. It seemed his temper was getting to the best of him and he was no longer really able to control the situation. With the newcomer bashing his integrity, Kaite demeaning his every action, and Fin trying to use him- Tiberius was done.
With nothing to say but insults and curses, Tiberius sheathed his sword and walked into the forest. He no longer cared that it was dark out, or of what dwelled within. It didn't seem to matter anyways, because everyone and everything was finding them regardless. HE knew staying in that clearing was a bad idea, but no one listened to him. HE knew that their 'leader' was nothing more then an old man that cared for himself and didn't know how to lead. And HE definitely knew that Kaite had rubbed him the wrong way for the last time.
He punched a tree randomly with his left hand, hearing his metal gauntlet strike the wood with a dull clang. It sent a shock wave of pain up his arm but he didn't care, Tiberius needed to get away. Those people didn't know how to listen to reason, or even act rationally. His fitful journey led him deeper into the forest, into the darkness of the night. Slowly he began to regain some composure.
A sudden thought struck him, wasn't he supposed to protect them? Had he not been tasked with such a noble purpose? And now...
He stopped dead in his tracks, chills ran up his spine as the air around him grew silent. He looked around and saw nothing familiar, no light to guide his way back. How long had he even been walking? He was very much alone.
Alone.
Hadn't he always been alone ever since she was murdered? Tiberius fell to his knees, looking down at his hands. The pain from his he felt from his left hand meant that something was broken. Tears began to cloud his vision. It felt like a lifetime since he had just sat down and he was so tired. Not just physically, but mentally and definitely emotionally. Fin's little dance with his temptations reawakened feelings he had tried to bury but how much he yearned for his dead lover's touch.
His tears began to fall as his voice broke, "Oh Collette, why did you have to leave me? Why wasn't I strong enough to save you...Or anyone? All I needed was a bit more, and I've trained ever since to get to that point. But fate is cruel and uncaring and so I am left alone and powerless to protect anyone."
His anger was replaced with a deep sadness that struck at him from his very core. He had thought it left behind in his home, but it had followed him. It hadn't even been two full days of being on this quest and he was already in this sad state of mind. The innocents dying, the fight with the warlock and then everything that happened next was just to much for Tiberius to handle in a day. Some knight he was.
Then a dark thought touched his mind. He removed Eru's ring from his hand and placed it on a rock beside him. He was not worthy of his titles, or his rank but most importantly, of being a Knight. His party would be better off without him and there was only one way to get rid of his pain.
He unsheathed a dagger upon his belt with his right hand and looked at it for a moment. It was just a dagger, nothing out of the ordinary yet it held the power to end lives. Something so small and insignificant, just like himself. Powerless to do anything unless guided by a strong hand, and he was anything but that.
He sighed, "If I was only able to have..." He shook his head, it was pointless to want and it seemed nothing ever happened when you tried to better yourself.
F-Forgive me.." he said before taking the knife up to his throat.
Haha that's awesome. I haven't been able to play For Honor since I can only get in about 2 out of 10 games without disconnecting. Byt U've always pictured Kaite as a warden, same as Tiberius.
To everyone else, I'm on spring break this week, so I might not be active with work and seeing old friends again.
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