The Incredible John

Fall of Theratin [Fantasy] ~Open~

Name: Agrin Stonebrook
Race: Dark Elf
Age: 102
Sex: Male
Skills: Excels in the use of Healing spells, knowledgeable in the art of alchemy(Specially when it comes to making potions) and can perform surgery(Such as removing arrows that has struck an individual, stitching wounds and sometimes reattaching limbs)
Appearance: Agrin is a 6'9 feet Dark Elf that has purple eyes, dark-bluish skin and a scar that spans from the left side of his chin to the left side of his upper lip. Agrin usually carries a monk's staff and is usually clothed in a monk's hood.
History: Agrin was born to the tribe of Dark Elves that live in a cave in the Fallen Wood. The young Agrin was the son of a village shaman. The Shaman, Jabrall, would be the right hand of the village chieftain, advising him and giving him protection from dark magic his enemies might use on him to either kill or hurt him. Jabrall would also heal injured or ill tribes-members, cast other evil sorcery that the tribe's enemies might cast on them, drive away animals that would venture into the cave and appease their gods. If he does not make this gods happy, their belief is that their tribe would suffer as a result. Pestilence, strife, drought, floods, chaos and havoc and death are just among a few curses the gods could instill on the tribe if they failed to please them. As such, the tribe's shaman is seen as a vital link to the gods, as the gods would communicate through him and order them what they must do. Usually, this would involve a few animal sacrifices and ceremonial activities. On one morning however, Jabrall woke up from his slumber shouting that the gods needed blood, the blood of his son. The tribes folk had no choice but to bound the boy and let his father, still possessed by the gods, slaughter him. As Jabrall swung an axe, Agrin dogded the blade and ran out of the cave. He ran into the forest while being chased by his tribes kin. He managed to escape them but was still bounded by rope and was tired and thirsty.

A group of travelling Human monks found Agrin unconscious on the road they were traveling. They unraveled the ropes around his body and nursed him back to health. They took him back to their monastery just a few miles off the city of Theratin. Here, the monastery's and the monk's high priest and leader, Oliver Stonebrook, asked the young Dark Elf where he was from and how they could help him. Master Stonebrook spoke in all of the Dark Elvish's languages but Agrin did not mutter a word. It took some time before Agrin told them his story. Master Stonebrook took pity on the Dark Elf child and adopted him as a son. He was then taught by the order to be a monk. The Servants of the Light was a monk brotherhood that helped the poor and the needy. They taught him the magic of healing spells, how to create healing potions and how to perform surgery on people who's wounds could not be healed by arcane means.

As Agrin finished his lessons, he found joy in his duties to the order. This became his new life and for 91 years, Agrin has spent his life in service to the order and to the light. Agrin makes regular trips to the city of Theratin, where he helps the poor, pays for the freedom of slaves and performs he's healing miracles on those who need it.

The Superhero Guild

"If you wanna keep talking shit, maybe you should start talking from your ass." Collin said as Orren and Per left the room. He finished the last of his coffee and dropped it off at the sink without washing it.

"If anybody needs me, I'll be in my room." Collin said as he left the kitchen. He stopped outside of the room and took another cigarette out of his pocket, placed it in his mouth and lit it. He then proceeded to walk back to his room. leaving the scent of tobacco smoke behind him. Once he got back to his room, he dropped on his bed but found that he couldn't sleep anymore. He sat up straight and grabbed the remote to his small t.v besides him. He opened it up and switched it to the sports channel. He watched the rerun of the game he missed last night when he was out on his vigilante missions. He then searched under his bed for a treasure he's been hiding for some time now. He reached for a bottle of whiskey and pulled out. He opened the cap and took a sip.

"Perfect." He stated to himself.

He spent the next two hours and a half watching the game and drinking, or rather chugging down, his whiskey. About half way through, he ran out and took out another bottle from his closet. By the end of the game Collin was fast asleep while still in his full costume, two large, empty bottles of whiskey by his bedside, he's television still open and his door wide open.

Latinium, the Dark Age (A Medieval Political RP)(Sign-up/OCC thread)

The Scottish and the Russians working together, I'm fucked. xD

Latinium, the Dark Age (A Medieval Political RP)(IC thread)

"We would be more than happy to provide you with this stuff you need. The wealth we gain from this new oppurtunity would be shared between our two people." Khasus said, being very pleased with his Katrani brethren.

"Tonight we feast Quilor, I came here with another cart a cask of our finest wine and my finest swine. Unfortunately, it was bogged down in the forest along with my other Paladrian guards. They should be here by sun down. We will eat and drink and praise the Gods for the gift they have given us. And if we run out of wine or food, I shall send word to send more. Rarely have we done this since the olden days. Perhaps we could share our tales with the youngen of our exploits back when we fought the Marians." Khasus followed, clearly he was in the mood for celebrations. Khasus was always a man who would lavish himself.

"Perhaps you have quarters for me and my sons to stay at. It has been a long trip and I think I would need to rest first before we begin our feast."

Colonial Powers NRP

Sure, I could do that. I could also help you out with it.

Colonial Powers NRP

Is there like a popular religion in this land with a central base of power, like Catholism and the Vatican? I could use it in my ns.

The Superhero Guild

Collin fixed himself a cup of coffee and sat down at one of the tables. He saw Orren cooking up some eggs but he wasn't in the mood for breakfast. He took a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took one out and placed it on his lips. He got his trusty lighter out and lit the cig a flame. He smoked while taking sips of coffee, not minding the other two people in the kitchen who were clearly irritated. He flipped open his phone to check on the news. He's capers the night beforehand were being aired. He smiled when he saw the banged-up car of murder Mike. Word would get out of this and somebody was going to talk to him about it but he didn't really care. What's the point of being a hero if you can't have some fun? He heard a scream behind him and felt a huge wave of heat. Seems that Persophone was awake too. He didn't even bother turning around, why bother? The next news cover came up and it was a bank robbery in progress at South-side. He questioned himself why anybody would rob banks nowadays when most criminals could just hack bank systems and steal their cash their. Collin called Orren.
"Hey blood boy, somebody's robbing the bank again. Why don't you and clown face go over there and check shit out?" He said. If Orren was known for bark rather than his bite, Collin was known as the grumpy grandad of the guild. He wasn't that old but he was usually an ass to everybody. It got on most people's nerves at times. "Could you like do it... today maybe?" He asked sarcastically.

Colonial Powers NRP

Dedonus said
Although you might have to wait for gowia's response, I do believe we still have room for you, too.

Awesome, I'll start making my sheet now.

Colonial Powers NRP

Hope I'm not too late, mind If I still join?

Latinium, the Dark Age (A Medieval Political RP)(IC thread)

Tribus Osla Roth, Trbus Ollexia

In the plains south of lake Silus, Braddin of the Ollixian tribes and Brilles of the Osla Roth were hunting along with a small party of companions and guards. They were tracking down their hound who was off chasing after a stag. When they caught up to their vicious dogs, they found that they had held the stag down as it trashed and kicked, trying to escape their jaws. Braddin took out his knife and slit the stag's neck. It took a while for the stag to die, fighting with every ounce of its energy before it died. Braddin inspected the horns and called one of the members of the party to his side.

"Take this back to camp and have it skinned and it's meat prepared. I want it's skull cleaned and made into a new standard. We shall be home tommorow morning. By then I want a feast from it and the other deer we caught. Have Uller cook it." Braddin ordered. The man immediately lifted the lifeless deer as its blood dripped all over him.

As he ran off into the distance, Braddin turned his attention to Brilles.
"Have you made a decision yet?" He asked.

"But I have much too many enemies to the north and to the east to start another war with the western Roths. How would do you expect me to field an army and send them west when my enemies stand at my gateway?" Brilles said.

"I would take care of this boy, I have a plan in motion that would distract both long enough for us to start and end our campaign without much worry from them." Braddin said, as he whipped the blood from his blade. Braddin has made a deal with a Kurgan warchief named Lomarr of the Polliki Kurgan noble family. Braddin would pay for an army that Lomarr would command. He would then attack the Frissians and retreat back to the lands of the clanns. This would cause conflict for the three of them, one way or another.

"Would you mind telling me this plan of yours Braddin?" Brilles asked.

"In time, my friend. In time." Braddin said.

Brilles now became very suspicious of the Ollexian warchief but he could not resist the opportunity to reunite the Roths, the biggest tribe in the land, under his rule. One part of him said it was a trap but he knew that Braddin was pressured by the church to expand the influence of Katholism in Latinium.

"I'll have to this more thought Braddin, I cannot risk the safety of my people." Brilles said, giving Braddin an unsatisfied look.

"Very well then Brilles, very well. You would still be joining me for the feast tommorow, yes?" Braddin asked.

"Of course, it would be rude to turn down a generous host." Brilles answered.

"Excellent my friend, for now, let us continue the hunt." Braddin said, leaching his dogs. They were soon on the trail of another animal, this time a boar.