Sol Grim

Toxoplasmosa Outbreak

Aamaya you seem to have all the interesting rp ideas. I'd like to join this too if possible. I'm thinking of a loner type, at least at first, that was a famous rockstar. Just have one question, is the virus airborn like in the walking dead where you turn no matter how you die or is infection based purely from bites?

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Wandering into the palace, Dalious was in awe of all the colors and designs. So many rubies and ornaments, fresh on display for all to see. He wondered how long it would take him to chisel one of those precious stones out of the walls. His attention shifted to an Exodus guard wearing fine armor and standing still while the people passed. The guard looked him over once as he approached, noting his rugged and dirty clothes.

"Good day fine sir, could you perhaps point me in the direction of the prince of Luthra?" Dalious asked, trying his best to keep a solid composure. The ground was still moving and he was seeing double.

"I've not heard word of the prince, but the mother and father have arrived," the guard replied and pointed in their direction.

Dalious winced. "That's alright I'll just keep looking," he said. "He likes to run from his own bodyguard sometimes, the sneaky little bastard. Thanks anyway..."

"Your his bodyguard? Then you're late," the guard stated. "It's tradition for the royal bodyguards to participate in the entertainment. Follow me."

Dalious nodded and followed the man, it was about time he was recognized. A smile brewing on his face, he just knew that he was heading right for the finest luxuries this place had to offer. Food, wine, and women. For a moment, he thought participating in the entertainment meant some kind of orgy. "Now we're talking, you lot run a fine palace here." It was when he was brought into the armory that he realized it meant something else.

Three different servants began putting steel armor on him, not even giving him a moment to think before the breast plate was placed and latched on. "Wait, the bloody hell is this? What's the armor for?"

"The tournament will start soon, you're expected to lose," the guard informed him. "Remember it's just for fun, no killing. Put on a show and good luck!" The guard wandered off as the servants finished equipping his shoulder plates and boots.

"What tournament?" Dalious asked as he left, the servants handed him a shield and sword. "Hey, get back here you misleading piece of shit! I'm not even the prince's bodyguard, I'm a bloomin' pirate! Hey, get back here!"

When he was finished with his little tantrum one of the servants leaned in and whispered, "We'll need your name to announce it when you fight." She held out a pad and a feathered pen while Dalious just stared at her with a grim expression. He sighed and shrugged.

"Fuck it, sign me up." He scribbled his name down for her and went to prepare.

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Dal and Mel

Dalious paused his fist and he huffed when he heard the loud guard announcing the arrival of an old friend, the prince of Luthra. Everyone stopped fighting, though Dalious still held up a nearly unconscious gambler by his collar. Wincing at the guards voice, he looked at Mel and smirked. He hadn't thought the prince would show to the festival, but then he remembered there was free booze.

Turning away from the grand entrance, he bawled his fist and went to punch the guy he was holding up when Melchior grabbed his arm and pulled him aside to other matters. The gambler he released fell limp to the floor as Dalious turned and nodded with everything the prince had to say. He gave him a wink to the patch and then picked up a nearly full bottle of whiskey from one of the tables.

"Aye, that's right you meesley vagrants, I'm with him," Dalious informed, kicking a downed man for good measure as he tossed his earning pouch to the bartender. "In the name of Luthra, drinks on me." He then tapped his cheek to feel the wounds he suffered, and after spitting out some blood he made his way back out of the tavern. "Come dear prince, you heard your man servant, best not to keep them waiting. Or, best to be drunk while you keep them waiting." He discretely pointed to the bottle of whiskey.

Mel couldn't help but laugh as he realised the man was, in fact, his good friend. "Indeed. Let us meet Exodus's esteemed King and Queen, and celebrate their beautiful daughter's coming of age." He bowed and made a motion as if tipping an invisible hat. "It has been a pleasure meeting all of you fine people." Then, quickly straightening himself, he strolled out of the tavern with his head held high.

"The father's not around is he?" Dalious wondered as he gave a few glances this way and that. The man was a mood kill and he felt in no state to be around such. After realizing they were free from any family members, Dalious was able to relax and soak in the festival. The colors and designs were all around them, and it was hard enough not to get sidetracked by something.

"No, I think Father is with Mother. You really think I'd be with them if I could help it?" Mel laughed as he grabbed the bottle and swigged generously. "By the gods, I needed that."

The guard, still lagging slightly behind, cleared his throat. "With all due respect, Your Highness, I can--"

"Holy shit, please stop calling me that."

"I can assure you that adequate protection will be provided. I don't believe that bringing... with all due respect, your less-than-refined bodyguard into the palace is--"

Mel stopped and scowled at the guard. The man stopped speaking, and they continued walking as Mel swigged again.

"They started it!" Dalious spoke toward the guard, then turned back to his friend. "Anyway, how are things? Havn't seen you in forever! Last I saw you, I was sailing away on my pirate ship with my very best in crew." He paused for a moment and sighed. "They were all brutally murdered and my ship sank to the bottom of the Black Water. I was stranded at sea in a rowboat for days! Best not talk about the details I'm not quite over it. More interested to hear why you're here, and don't tell me it's because you were invited. That's boring." Dalious rolled up some dragongrass while they walked and talked, taking a few hits of the weed before he continued. "If we're robbing this fancy lot, I'm with you until the end. However, if we're just hear to drink and have a good time, you have some catching up to do mate."

"Holy shit, man." He handed off the bottle to Dalious and gave a sympathetic look as he talked about his ship. "I wish I was here to rob them. No, trust me, I ain't here because I want to be. Mother thinks this thing will be... good for me. Whatever the fuck that means." He took the bottle, and swigged a couple times as he glanced around the street. Everything here was so... different than what he was used to. All the colours and extravagance... it was a little overwhelming.

"She keeps talking about a 'marriage of convenience,' like it's gonna solve all our problems. Pretty sure the only problem that'll solve is getting me out of her hair." Swigged once more, then handed the bottle off. "Not that I'd mind that. Bitch threw my lute off the gods-damn ship. How does she expect me impress foreign princesses without my lute?"

"Your lute playing was quite lovely," Dalious said and took another swig, smiling as he remembered a few of his old melodic songs. "Anyway, I suppose I'd have to see this princess in person before I could give off any trustworthy advice. Perhaps I might also find some work out here in the meanwhile, rich folk always need people dead."

Dalious had to pause for a moment when he saw the palace up close, as he had never seen it before. Once they reached the entrance he looked around and admired the structures built around them, but his attention shifted as people were now seemingly everywhere. He felt slightly underdressed.

"Whatever happens tonight, I want you to know that as your personal bodyguard, I will stay by your side this entire evening," he informed him. "I'll be your second eye. I'll protect your life with your life as if it were my own, savvi?"

Grabbing some wine from a passing server, Dalious followed as they moved closer toward the people. All of them fancy-like and ripe for the pickings, however tonight he would have to force aside his pickpocketing urges and pretend to be a bodyguard. The last time he was a bodyguard it was for some noble and another assassin murdered that noble while Dalious was passed out piss drunk in some barn. Needless to say he didn't receive many bodyguard jobs thereafter.

Being a bit lost in his own thoughts, as well as drunk, Dalious found himself walking amongst groups of people he didn't know toward the palace. The ground seemed to sway this way and that, all around him people from different parts of the world enjoying the festivities. There were so many passing people that Dalious took a wrong direction and found himself alone again. Melchior was nowhere in sight, he had lost him already.

"Mel?" he asked and turned to look. Not wanting to draw too much attention toward himself, he paused from searching and just continued walking. Ashing out his dragongrass and tossing the empty bottle of whiskey away, he kept toward the palace. "Well shit. I've got to be the worst bodyguard ever..."

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Merc and I have a collab that's pretty much done, but he wanted to do a mother post first before I post the collab so I'm waiting on that.

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Yes we need more queens and princesses so us luthrans can swoop in and marry into power. Go team luthra!

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The Frozen Candle

"No coin, no play," a blacksmith said, he was a large man with a long dark beard and a quick temper. He crossed his arms across his chest and grunted as Dalious Durendail approached the table. There sat four of them, playing a game of pirate dice. The majority of the winnings seemed to be in the blacksmith's favor.

"Listen lads, I have a horse," Dalious assured the working men of Exodus. "There, notched just outside. Black as the night and as swift as a sparrow. I call her... He winced his eyes in thought briefly. "...Night Sparrow. Uhm. Winner takes all, savvi?" Dalious pointed through one of the windows to the horse, of which he stole from someone and somewhere else.

The blacksmith and the others went just outside to take a look, all agreeing by shaking their heads and nodding. They sat back down at the table, pulling up a new chair for the newcomer. Each man put five dice into a mug, shook them all up, then slammed them down on the table upside down. They got quiet as they were in thought, but upon the ending of every round became again loud and drunk. By the end of the hour, the last two men of the mini tournament were Dalious and the blacksmith, the largest pile of coin on Dalious' side.

"Three sixes."

"Exact!" the blacksmith spat. He had two dice left, one being a six and the other a three. He was confident Dalious had two sixes, plus his own six would justify his claim. They showed their hand. Of Dalious' three dice, he had zero sixes, leaving the blacksmith's six as the only one. "Damn you outlander! You've won every single damned game since we started!" His face was red and heavy in sweat.

"You've one dice leffft, mate,"he slurred. Everyone was either wasted or passed out. The drinks kept coming regardless.

They shook the cups of dice again and slammed them down. At this point Dalious was incredibly drunk, and realized this was not only a game of dice, but also a game of who could hold their liquor longer. Shot after shot they took, seemingly almost with every turn.

"One four."

"TWO FOURS!!!!"

"Three fours."

"Ahhh, lies!!"

They revealed their hands again. The blacksmith had a single four, while Dalious had two fours and a five.

"Three fours, I win," he said and smiled.

"Ahh cheater!!" the blacksmith yelled and nearly waved his drink off the table. He put his hand near his sheathed blade, but did not draw it out. Instead he stood there hesitant and drunk.

"Only if you catch me!" Dalious spat back. He actually had not cheated this time, so he took offense. He eyed the blacksmith suspiciously, his wooden club hanging from his belt was a quick first defense for him. However looking around the room he noticed that others were siding with the blacksmith's drunken ways and demeanor. "No need for murder so early into the festivities, gentlemen. I trust we can get behind this in a civilized manner, we are all here together." he spoke as he began transporting his earnings into his pouches along his belt.

"I'm pretty sure no one would miss your kind," the blacksmith replied and laughed, he sheathed his weapon completely and cracked his neck.

"Nonsense we are all the same kind, the coming togetherness of kingdoms," Dalious continued. "We are all fighting on the same side, mates. We are all brothers and sisters. Devine's bless us, one and all. All for one, or something like that. Who's with me?"

Someone punched Dalious square in the jaw and a fight broke out.

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I'll get a post in after work, a few hours. My post ties in line with merc's just so you know.

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So I added another character to my characters tab, I hope that's okay. He fits more for what mercenarius and I discussed. I'll probably be saving the other one for way later if at all.

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Forgot to ask, are guns still around in the world? Maybe like black powdered rifles or dynamite?

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Fanon

Name: Fanon Oaktree
Age: 40
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Race: Thanatos
Kingdom: Luthra
Appearance:

Appearance

Occupation: Sellsword/hobo
Personality: Fanon is very calm and quiet, showing little emotion. He is bold and straight to the point, while sarcasm and humor often goes over his head. He is often annoyed and angered by the people surrounding him, but can also be polite and sincere.

History: Fanon was born the year the world burned. His mother died giving that birth, while his father was a part of a warrior clan that dispersed over the hard years. Fanon learned how to fight in various martial arts and by way of the sword from his father, until his passing from pneumonia.

Ever since he has been on his own, hunting to stay alive and finding sellsword work whenever possible. When he has no jobs lined up, he is simply homeless. He does not steal or beg, using hunting to feed himself. If he does not hunt well, he goes hungry until he tries again.

Weapons: His main weapons are his katana's, one shorter than the other. Bow and quiver made from oak and leather. He has a few throwing stars, thin hammered steel shaped with spiked ends all around.

Skills:
Fighting: Practices martial arts for the body and mind, is mainly proficient in jui jitsu and karate.
Killing: An expert with his blade, excels in close range combat.
Hunting: Not one of the best at it, but knows enough to survive. Is decent with a bow but often misses. Knows tracking and usually uses traps when the bow fails him.
Stealth/agility: Can climb/parkour over structures quite easily, and when on a job tends to stick to the shadows. Can be very quiet and still, for days if required.

Scar(s): Slight cut on his left eyebrow, can only be seen if really looking for it. Various cuts along his knuckles and fingers from sparring with his father, as well as one on his left shin.

Tattoo(s): None

Additional Information: Has a beautiful singing/humming voice.

Dalious

Name: Dalious Durendail (Dal)
Age: 33
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Heterosexual
Race: Thanatos
Kingdom: Luthra

Appearance

Occupation: Pirate/thief/merc

Personality: Has a sarcastic and humorous personality, as he doesn't take life too seriously as he should. Is very talkative and loud and often doesn't have an agenda or a plan. His confidence and ego are often showcased wherever he goes. Never lets the little things get to him, he just doesn't care enough.

History: Born an orphan, he was lucky enough to be cared for by a group of bandits and thieves. At an early age, he was used to sneak into small places and steal. When he was a teenager he joined a band of pirates and helped in terrorizing innocent lives. His crew were all killed over the coming years, whether by storms or naval battles and he has since taken up refuge in Luthra.

Now he keeps things relatively quiet and to himself, though in secret he seeks to conquer and create a legacy. He is friends with the prince of Luthra, Melchior, as they have similar tastes and tend to get wasted drunk together often. He is loyal only to his friends, but however gold talks and the pirate is easily persuaded.


Weapons: Wooden club. Boarding axe. Hunting knife.

Skills: Trained in boxing and wrestling, Dalious has been fighting as long as he can remember. He is decent with a sharp weapon, however he prefers to bash something to mush.

Is most experienced in slight of hand and thieving, knowing a few key magic tricks. Also plays a lot of poker and pirate dice, and usually wins.

Scar(s): A few whip lashes on his back.
Tattoo(s): Has tribal tattoos all over his back and chest, few around arms and legs. They are of various sea related things, such as a compass, map, ship layout, sharks, etc.
Additional Information: Is slightly insane, and has a lot of luck. Also has a welsh accent.