Pathfinder

Of Monsters and Myth

Said traditional clothes in post.

Also he has the war paint

Of Monsters and Myth

KLANG...KLANG...KLANG...

The sound was rhythmic, constant, and annoying. However the workers didn't mind, in fact they were singing a tune to the beat as it went on by. Normally they would use machines or that dwarven blasting jelly but they had run out earlier that day and the drill was in for maintenance. The foreman, ever the work horse, made the men continue on without them. All in all it wasn't that bad, just a little more laborious than they would have liked. As the men continued to smash away at the rock, a large piece collapsed and unveiled a cavern. After clearing it out the entrance the miners decided to send in some guys to check it out, there hadn't been any reports of caves in this side of the mountain.

Sending in their biggest guy, an orc, along with several men, an elderly elf, and a dwarf to scope out the cave and see if anything of value was inside. However if there was not then they had at least found a break from using the pick axes, so that was a plus. As the group traveled the cave they found pretty much nothing. There were rocks, boulders, and more rocks. Nothing they could really turn a profit on, however that idea was changed when they found a skeleton clad in armor of the old kingdom. Curious, the group continued down the path and was perplexed by the growing amount of skeletons.

The elf was uneasy, shakily he said "This is an evil place...we should leave." as he grasped his amulet and began to pray to whatever god would listen. The others just laughed and continued forward. Soon the amount and frequency of skeletons grew until they made it too the end of the tunnel, what they saw gave them pause. There was a great many skeletons, all equipped with the highest quality arms and armor. However what shocked them most was the large crystal that dominated the center of the cavern opening. As the other minders whistled, scratched their heads, or just swore, the elderly elf bent down at a skeleton unlike the others.

While the others were knights and most definitely men, this one was clad in long rotten robes meant for a great sorcerer. Studying the body, the elf quickly deduced that the remains were elven and the staff was ornate. A mage himself, the elf picked up the staff and was surprised at the power that still resided within even after all these years. After a quick once over, it was easy to see that this staff was made by one of the masters back in the old country. Now the only question was, what was it doing here?

With the elf preoccupied, the other miners inspected what was around them. The dwarf had found the remains of one of his kin and gave him last rights before moving onto the dwarven runes surrounding the crystal. Most of the men were turning the bodies over onto their backs, due to the dead was always a give in. Afterwards they pilfered anything golden that they could weasel out of this cave. That left the orc. He didn't have any kin dead in this hole and as such was uninterested in the corpses. Moving up to the crystal, the orc put his hand against the dusty surface and wiped away the grime.

What lay behind the dirt caused the large orc to stand still with shock as the form of a great man came to vision. Quickly taking his flask of water, he doused the crystal and then took his shirt to wipe away all the dust that had accumulated for probably hundreds of years. When he was done the orc took a step back and gazed marvelously at the complete picture. Stuck behind the crystal was the preserved body of a great...man? However that's impossible, he had to bee at least a full head and shoulders taller than him and twice as wide. This creature was monstrous in size and clad in armor that would most likely haunt his dreams forever.

The others took notice of this and gathered around the imprisoned man, letting out murmurs of excitement. Tentativly, the old elf reached out and touched the surface of the crystal...imediatly drying up into dust as energy crackled around his body.

Cracks soon fallowed.

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Ba bump...ba bump...ba bump..ba bump, ba bump, ba bump

His heartbeat rocketed pain through his body as it worked into overdrive. Opening his eyes in what felt like years, Archaeon was assaulted by brightness and an ugly face. With a snarl he pushed his fist forward and grabbed the offending skull, disappointed to see it crumble into dust inside his fingers. However what surprised him more was the sound of shattering glass. Pushing through the odd sound and his prison, Archaeon was again attacked by the sound of breaking glass. With his eyes now adjusted to the lights that his adversaries carried, Archaeon went into full battle mode and flung out a fist that shattered the face of the man in front of him then threw a chunk of his crystal prison at another which both shattered and pierced his form.

With some breathing room, Archaeon took a battle stance and said in a voice both gruff and velvet, "You have chosen a poor day to attack me south men." With a flourish of his hands, both sword and shield came to his hands in a flare of hell fire. Malice filling his voice, Archaeon barked "Pray to your weakling gods, for I shall surely send you to them."

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Hours had come to pass and Archaeon was unsatisfied. The battle had been boring, the only being that posed a challenge was the orc but he was smaller and greener than the ones he had seen before. There was also the odd metal beasts that covered the opening to the cave. Curious, there had been no such creatures last he remembered. Spitting onto the ground Archaeon cursed the sorcerer, "Nathu'el, your gods have failed you as I knew they would." Looking up into the sky, Archaeon sneered and said "How does it feel to know that your attempt to trap me fell apart? How your meticulous planning left you nothing but a corpse on the floor?"

Giving a little chuckle, Archaeon was slightly disappointed that he wasn't the one to give the final blow to the sorcerer. The war god hated them and while Archaeon himself didn't much care, they were still an annoyance. Leaning onto a great tree next to a river, Archaeon banished his armor into the chaos realms which left him in the traditional warrior clothes of his war band. Using a knife he took from one of the dead, Archaeon began to carve the flesh off the ork's head. With his trophy belt gone, Archaeon had to start over. What better way to start if off with the first being that posed some sort of threat since his awakening.

Titans of Earth

Are you sure I can't maim him just a little bit?

mecha rp?

Pretty cool, can't wait for it to be done.

Days of the Festival of Aging {The Dragon tribe rp}

@Aurus

Your dragon form isn't showing up.

Warframe: The Strife of Clan Prowler

Nice post, I'll work on one tomorrow.

Of Monsters and Myth

I swear, It's going to be awesome when Archaeon wakes up.

Also, hey Jinx.

Of Monsters and Myth

Why not both?

Actually I like the suspended animation idea.

Shifting Worlds

Sigh...I regret to inform you guys that I've discovered that, during the two hours I've spent trying to make up a post, that I've lost the spark for this RP. I'm so sorry for wasting your guy's time but I don't think I can continue with this RP. With all that's going on in my life that I can't really find the time or to stick with a lot of my RP's and now I've decided to skim them down. Again I'm sorry that I've wasted your guy's time but it is what it is I guess. Have fun, I'm absolutely sure you guys can make this RP amazing.
Cheers, Path

Of Monsters and Myth

I'm going to axe out my first character, I decided that I didn't like him as much. So, meet Archaeon.

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Name: Archaeon

Gender: Male

Race: Human, Man of the Frozen North. The men of the north, due to their close connection to demons and the dark gods, are uniquely blessed (or cursed) with strange mutations that can either help or hinder one at any moment in his their life. However these mutations usually only come when a north man has earned the gaze of the chaos gods. For the most part, they look exactly like the men of the south but only larger and less advanced as most scorn the use of technology.

Powers: Besides his titanic strength and durability, Archaeon is blessed with an artifact by the chaos god of war which gives him a resistance against magic, the cowards weapon.

Appearance:

Face Claim

Chaos Lords Armor

Collar of the War God

Standing at 7'2, Archaeon strikes an imposing picture. His shear size brings fear into many and his glowing eyes pierce into you like a sword. Archaeons body is covered in scars from over a hundred battles and isn't afraid to show them off. Since he isn't a full follower of the war god, Archaeon doesn't partake in the ritual scaring of the face and as such contains a rugged attractiveness that has earned him longing gazes from both genders. The collar cannot be taken off and is always present around his neck.

Personality: Serious, quiet, and gruff. Archaeon isn't one for idle banter or for manipulation. If you aren't worth his time then he will tell you. However beings a former Chaos Lord, he is extremely intelligent and carries an air of wisdom and respect around him when he isn't going on a binge. Being a Chaos undivided warrior, Archaeon isn't restricted to how he spends his free time. His favorites tend to be battle, strong drink, and pleasures of the flesh. A lesson learned early in a north mans life is that it is too short to worry about little things like who you sleep with as the god of pleasure doesn't care who you lay as long as you do. Finally, Archaeon takes great pride in his body. To him, the body is a book and scars are the words. While not a nudist, Archaeon has absolutely no issue walking around with no clothes on and is seen as such quite often.

Flaws: Pride, of all the things that will bring him down it is his stubborn belief to never back down. While this has proven to be an asset in both battle and bed, it has been foretold that this very same asset is what will kill him.

Being a man of the north, many of the southern races dislike him and are prejudice against him. While not a problem for himself, any allies of his would be frowned upon by staying in his company. Plus, being connected with the chaos gods gets him much attention from holy warriors and demon hunters.

Bio: After slaughtering his tribe of cowards, the once chaos lord left the frozen north and went south in search for better challenge. When he arrived, he was suprised by the many creatures and challenges that showed themselves. Demons, angels, elves, beast folk, and even a dragon... they all fought and died honorably. Archaeon is a traveling warrior, never staying in one place for too long and usually hires himself out on some expedition for some far off place. Because of this he has seen a lot of the world, not that it really matters. All Archaeon needs is battle, drink, and pleasures of the body.

Alliance: Lawful Evil, Archaeon is a warrior first and a hero never. The north teaches one that to survive, you must be ruthless and willing to do what needs to be done to survive. However that doesn't mean that you should mindlessly go on swaths of murder. You must fallow a code, for without one you are nothing more than a beast waiting to be claimed.