Overlord Thraka

The Plague Knight Chronicles: Chapter 1

Whoops! My bad! Hit post too early, still need to make some edits!

EDIT: Okay all done. Read now as you wish.

The Plague Knight Chronicles: Chapter 1

Mergoux narrowed her eyes slightly from where she stood. She'd been called out, apparently not as subtle as she'd have preferred. Well there was no point in pretending any further, it was obvious to her that the older Knight had seen past her ruse of visiting the dead. She lay a seemingly lazy hand on her belt, right next to where one of her overlarge knuckledaggers lay, then began her approach slowly, sizing up the two women and the man.

Of the three, the man seemed the most threatening, the most heavily armed and armored, though the younger Raven Knight was not to be ignored. The older man simply had experience, and to Mergoux that was potentially far more dangerous that youth. She was well aware her face would be unknown around here, but who knew how far these three had traveled? Surely there were a few wanted posters rotting in dingy taverns along the way...

As she joined them, hazel eyes watched each person carefully, settling finally on the young, darker skinned woman. "Help how girl?" she asked, her tone short, her accent vaguely Nordic. "What do you know of this plague?" she asked of Shiara, not so much as bothering with an introduction of herself. Mergoux had no use for such niceties, it was better to get to the point right away and deal with the problem then to waste time being polite and courteous. For the moment however, she at least offered a nod to the armored Knights, making it hopefully clear she preferred them over the indignant whelp, at least for the moment.

The Plague Knight Chronicles: Chapter 1

As Mergoux made her way into the crowded tavern, she was aware of all the eyes upon her. She was a stranger, what's more she was a notable one. Her spiked helmet was obvious, but necessary. As she pushed her way to the bar, she saw a man get up and move towards her. She knew exactly what he was going for, but as soon as he 'accidentally' bumped into her, he cried out in pain. Instead of a handful of coins or a ring or whatever else the pickpocket was going for, all he received for his troubles were several broken fingers. He yanked himself away from Mergoux and swiftly burst out through the Inn's door, all eyes now on the warrior.

If any of you other pricks want a go, let's get it over with so I can have my drink. she snarled. Most of the patrons quickly turned back to their drink, the tall woman's cold stare driving off any who felt confident enough to approach her.

At last she reached the bar and ordered an ale and boarded a room for the night. "Money up front." said the barkeep firmly. And have you rent my room to someone else while keeping my money? Mergoux said while counting out coins from a small purse she carried on her hip. No, half now and half later. she said, pushing the coins across the bar to the barkeep. Grudgingly he accepted her proposal and counted out the money, only to pause in confusion. She'd overpaid, even accounting for the drink this was significantly more than half. "Ma'am you-" he began, only to be cut off. Shh. What can you tell me about the hanged man? she said, her voice lowering drastically to avoid what prying ears she could.

~Half an hour later

Mergoux stood in the gentle drizzle, watching with narrowed eyes as the dark-skinned, young woman approached the two Raven Knights. It appeared that the two were going to dig up the grave, examine the corpse. She'd been beaten to it and it pissed her off. Well, if there was no beating them, then perhaps she could at least listen in on their conversation. Moving closer slightly, she lingered withing earshot, pretending to be looking for a grave, not so much as offering the trio a glance, but keeping her ears out for trouble or information, whatever came first.

The Plague Knight Chronicles: Chapter 1

Mergoux walked down the road, mixed in with the hobbling crowd of muddy, bloody refugees. Try as she might, there was no way for her to fit in properly, not without donning a tattered old shawl, or a floppy hat, but she had no intention of trying to blend in. She wasn't going to draw attention to herself, but having as many warriors mixed in with the crowd was a good deterrent for trouble. Bandits could hit a caravan like this hard, but they'd be more cautious if they saw armored figures like her mixed in.

Indeed she was armored, wearing a mix of scale-mail and chain mail, with pauldrons, bracers and greaves of plate. Her armor was worn and scarred by many battles, but it still held strong after being repaired multiple times. Mergoux preferred to have her old gear repaired rather than replace it. Cheaper, and it's natural wear and tear made her look more down trodden, an easier target, just what she liked. Drawing them in with what looked like easy prey, only for her to turn into the predator.

Most of her weapons were slung over her back for easier carrying, the crossbow and massive two-handed blade, but at her hips she work a pair of matching knuckle-daggers, so large as almost to be called knuckle-shortswords. Judging by how worn the sheathes were, they'd seen their fair share of use.

Perhaps her most distinctive piece of equipment however was the helmet she wore on her head. It concealed most of her face and head, and was adorned with a pair of metal spikes that looked almost like horns. Long black hair cascaded down over her shoulders, a few braids mixed in with the damp mess that was a product of the miserable rain. Her most striking feature however were her arms, tattooed heavily with chains, which broke and turned into vines halfway up. Such work was a rarity in these parts, and one could just make out that the vines wrapped around a flower with 8 petals on her left shoulder, and 8 coins on her right. There was also a thin strip of runes under her lower lip, running down her chin.

As the tall, raven-haired warrior walked into the city, she wrinkled her nose at the smell of the place. It smelled of filth, but that was not the kind she'd come here for. No, she knew that with any great crisis, came an outpouring of refugees, and those refugees would flock to the nearest city. She'd seen it before with an earthquake a few decades prior, and now here it was again, though this time far more serious. The plague was tearing the very world apart it seemed, and if it couldn't be stopped, then there would be no more anything, no innocents to protect, or scum to butcher. That was her world, her only purpose now.

Rolling her shoulders, she spotted the two Raven Knights on their horses. She'd overheard their words with the Guard, and it wasn't hard to guess where they'd go. That was for the best that they headed to the graveyard, or wherever the bastard's body lay. It was a shame the law had gotten to him first, she wished she could have heard his screams as she made him pay properly for what he'd done...

Grimacing, she muttered to herself under her breath. Go on Black Bastards... I've got work to do... With that, she turned away and began working through the crowd, towards the place she knew she'd be able to get information from for a price, the nearest tavern. A drink, a promise of a bed later in the night, and a few words to point her in the right direction, and soon she'd find her prey.

The Goddess in the locket interest check

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The Plague Knight Chronicles: Tales of a Medieval Apocalypse

@LordOfTheNight I'm down for that!

Again though, I've got a very specific character I'd like to play in mind. Nothing too outlandish and something that would exist in most Fantasy settings, just wanna run it by you before I put myself firmly in the "I am doing this" category.

Essentially she's a long-lived Half-Elf who comes from a place where her kind are despised. She's a warrior, a killer, a monster, but also a firm ally to the side of good. Her name is Mergoux the Butcher and I can expand either here or via PMs.

Just need to clear that and I'm in!

The Plague Knight Chronicles: Tales of a Medieval Apocalypse

Interested with a character in mind! Assuming said character can fit into your setting.

The Expedition to BlackDraw Isle

As Mergoux walked down the overgrown, winding trail that could pass for the road into town, she felt her heart go out to the people here. Starving, dying, with little hope for survival. She just hoped she could help a few of them at least. She was dressed in half-armor of older times. Greaves, bracers, a chestplate and pauldrons. Her spiked helmet was tucked away in her bag, but she openly wore her weapons. Two odd looking daggers, with blades about a foot long and handles that had knuckle-dusters built into them, along with her enormous two-handed claymore she wore strapped to her back.

She carried no gunpowder, no firearms of any kind. She dismissed such weapons as powerful, lethal, but entirely beneath her. She didn't like using them, they were too quick. Slung also over her back was her bag, another relic of ancient times, it was massive, and obviously packed to overflowing, but yet it's weight seemed not to burden her in the slightest, indeed that was it's gift, to carry much, but never grow heavy. It was here that were packed the entirety of her crop for the year, everything she could have gathered in the time needed and a great deal more purchased. Fruit, bread, vegetables, roots, berries and a few chickens, part for her, part to share. She had enough supplies to hold herself over for months, were at least they not to spoil. As it was, on her long trip most of the food had only two weeks before it was rendered barely edible. Still, she could trade most of it here, and be on her way.

Her heavily decorated ears jingled softly as she walked, attracting the attention of several former farmers turned murderers and thieves. "Look Grindle!" whispered one to his companion, pointing to the Half-Elf's ears as she walked by. "Her ears!" he whispered, all to unaware of the fact that Elven ears were more than just cosmetic, Mergoux heard every word they were saying. "Slice 'em an' sell 'em" muttered the other, and together, along with three others they climbed from the filthy pile of rags and broken boxes nailed together to make a crude shelter.

Mergoux stopped in her tracks and turned, surprising the men, all of which quickly drew their weapons, which varied from a short sword to a kitchen knife less than five inches long. "Hungry?" asked Mergoux, her hard gaze conflicting what came next. Reaching into her bag she pulled forth a large loaf of bread and several apples. "Take it and leave me alone." she said firmly, her hazel gaze scanning over her would-be attackers.

That however, appeared to be the wrong move as it only encouraged them further. "She's got food!" shouted one, rushing at her with his little kitchen knife. Mergoux quickly stowed the food as he crossed the distance, then side-swiped his clumsy knife attack. "Not for you!" she said coldly, ramming one elbow into the back of his skull, dropping him like a sack of potatoes.

This encouraged the others to strike, seeing their comrade downed, and they closed in around her. Mergoux sighed, shrugged her pack off her shoulders, and drew forth her twin daggers. "One chance. Leave, or die." she said, her soft voice void of any ounce of sympathy. While this made one man hesitate, the others rushed her as one, forgoing the ancient cliche of only attacking one at a time, not that it did them any good.

Mergoux was a professional, and these men were not. She didn't brace for their charge, but instead met it with a ferocity that made the hesitant man flee for his own life as he saw his comrades lose theirs. Mergoux parried she shortsword with one blade, a large knife with the other, then lashed out a kick at the man in the middle, sending him sprawling to the ground with a cracked rib or two. From there she slid her dagger down onto the knife man's hand and he screamed as he lost several fingers. Collapsing to the ground to cradle his hand allowed Mergoux to focus her entire attention on the man with the short sword. Just in time too, for he'd been attempting another slow, clumsy, sweeping blow. Again it was blocked with ease by a single dagger's blade. Mergoux took a single step forwards, into the man's swing as she stabbed out with her other blade. The man's expression of pain lingered as he fell back, blood spurting from the stab wound that had penetrated his throat.

By this point, the man who'd been kicked was back to his feet, as was the man now short a few digits. The one clutching his ribs turned to flee, but Mergoux wasn't having that. He wasn't going to hurt any one else. She flipped one of the heavy daggers so that the blade rested in the palm of her hand, then hurled it end over end so that it buried in the man's back. He fell to the ground, screaming in agony, mortally wounded, but still a good long bleed-out from death.

The final man started at the Half-Elf who'd just butchered two of his friends, and a stain slowly spread on the front of his trousers. Never-the-less he picked up his knife with his good hand, and screamed at the top of his lungs. "DIE BITCH!" As he charged forwards, the Warrior's second dagger fell to the ground and two strong hands wrapped around her greatsword. The special sheath she carried allowed her not only to draw it when it was slung over her back, but with it hung like this she could being it over her shoulder and down in a massive overhead swing while she drew it, and that's what she did. There were several soft clicks as the snaps holding the weapon in place opened and a great woosh as the blade cut first through the air, then into her foe. There was the grisly sound of metal rending through flesh and bone, along with a great spurt of blood as the headless corpse crumpled to the ground.

Calmly, Mergoux walked over to the unconscious man and wiped her greatsword on his back, sheathing it once more as the magnets went back into place, keeping the steel firmly secured to her back. The next moments were spent recovering her daggers and giving them the same treatment, after of course she slit the man's throat. Her daggers clicked back into place in their respective sheaths on either side of her hips, and she walked on, her grumpy demeanor having worsened. This town was worse than she'd thought... she'd come to help, but if that's the reaction she got... perhaps it would be better to burn it down and start anew.

Regardless, she had a mission to attend, and so she marched on, searching for the Recruiter, or any other who looked out of place in this dreary town.

A whole new world!

Hello there! My name is Overlord Thraka but you can just call me OT for short!

I'm a 21 year old guy from NY (Not the city, shut up.) I like long walks on the bea- Wait, wrong site. Basically I'm a high-casual/advanced writer who enjoys dark themes, adult orientated RPs with plenty of grisly violence, harsh language and other adulty-type things, but I like it to feel real. I don't want some uber-angst RP, I want a world to feel real, characters to feel real with the way they talk and act. I usually post between 2-5 paragraphs depending on what's required, and I'm open to MxF and Fxf, I can play male and female characters and encourage doubling when the time is right! Finally I tend to post at least once every three days. Usually I post daily, but I give myself time if I'm having an off day or just to exhausted to post for you that day.

Now onto the good stuff!

Quite simply put I've been craving this RP for quite some time and while it is in my standard interest check, I think perhaps it's in need of it's own as well. So simply put here goes!

Your character is a person from a pretty standard fantasy world. Elves, Dwarves, Orcs and Goblins. Basically take your standard DnD world and make two slight changes, in that Magick users are incredibly rare and insanely powerful, while simple magick items are incredibly common. The second change is that there are no Wereanimals of any kind. No Werewolves, Werebears, WereTigers, any of that jazz. That's about all that makes that world special. Now here's where it gets interesting!

Your character sets sail with a group of explorers setting out to cross the vast expanse of the Endless Ocean, determined to find something on the other side or die trying. Your motivation for joining this quest could be any number of things! Perhaps you're a criminal and you feel that this is the best chance you've got of evading the law. Perhaps you're a thrill-seeker or explorer in search of new lands. Or perhaps you're just a hired grunt who just got paid a lot of money.

Time passes and your ship sails and sails and sails, with no land in sight. The crew grows restless, wanting to turn back before the supplies are half-way gone. But in an act of trickery, the captain and a few loyal men dump just enough supplies overboard in the middle of the night that you would never make it back to port alive. Despite this, the crew now knows that they have no choice but to speed on, and so you and the rest of the ship's occupants, that being soldiers, sailors, farmers and settlers, explorers and the odd mercenary are now destined for greatness

Finally in the distance a new land it spotted, great mountains rising above dense jungles, strange animal and plantlife the likes of which you've never seen! What a land to explore! But most oddly it seems unpopulated... So you make camp for the night, burning fires of the junglewood, you laugh and cheer and make merry with your fellow travelers, knowing that while you were not the first to set sail, you had to have been the first to land.

However as your party goes on, a little sneak thief makes their way around the edge of the camp, stealing food and trinkets with deft precision, this is Xan, the first local. When she's spotted, she's caught and is in the process of being beaten when foes come forth in great number. You see Xan only wanted to eat, or to steal. These new monsters want your blood. All around you the camp is swarmed with gigantic beasts that seem a cross between man and animal. They fall upon you with blood-lust and glee, killing indiscriminately and capturing where possible.

You manage to escape the carnage, fleeing while the screams of your comrades echo through the night, only to find Xan doing the exact same, for these new monsters are no friends of hers. Circumstance forces you to work together and the adventure starts from there.

Ideally this would be you attempting to escape and evade the monsters who slew the rest of your crew, while learning about this new world and perhaps making an attempt to escape, sail back and warn others not to go, or else to go in extreme force. Xan wants to leave her homeland and so decides to aid you. Perhaps you two slowly fall for each other, or perhaps you just remain friends. I can introduce additional characters as well, and you're certainly allowed to too! Your character may think yours is the first ship to wash up upon these shores... but they're very wrong...

So there's my rough pitch, please feel free to like and sub- No, wait, wrong site again.

Just say if ya want to RP with me via PMs, by shooting me a PM! I'm also interested to hear any variations you might have on this idea! I'm open to any ideas big or small!

I look forwards to your responses! OT!

Expedition to BlackDraw Isle (Still two slots open!)

Great story, SpeedLimit, looks like we have three partners, and room for two more.

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The world did not uniformly enter the steam age all at once: like all technology, steam-powered tech started at one point and it spread out from there. Maybe wherever Mergoux came from only recently got the technology, within the 30-year time frame.

@Pocru

Gotcha. I'll make edits when I'm not emotionally and physically exhausted (I.E probably sometime tomorrow.)