I like the variety of these characters. I went and mad mine all foreign, and then we have Muiri, the not-so-warrior, who really just wants to sit in a corner and make herself healing potions, and we have Captain Trinton, who adds a particular gritty air to the whole situation. I also enjoy the worldbuilding at this point in time.
From what I've seen, the Empire reminds me a lot of medieval Europe. Lots of varied cultures under a single group. Although the idea that they're a relatively small group in a much larger continent is quite interesting, and certainly sets up the barbarians as the superior foe.
Yhe barbarians themselves seem rather generic at this point in time, as they haven't made a large appearance in the story as of yet, but the tattoo aspect reminds me of african tribes. The heavy clubs makes me think of Orcs more than anything, but it seems strange that such a barbaric people with a seemingly low level of technology would have controlover a large swath of land, suggesting they don't have any adversaries of suitable size to challenge them. Quite probably, the Empire just doesn't have the men to push forward.
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I like your style ^^
I've got my first post up, now to see if anyone else shows up to play. And don't worry, not all my posts shall be such walls of text. Probably. (=
I've got my first post up, now to see if anyone else shows up to play. And don't worry, not all my posts shall be such walls of text. Probably. (=
Sular Esselam, firstborn of the House of Snakes, stood upon the parapets. The newly arisen sun shone brightly over the light brown skin and sharp features of the young man, his long black hair waving in the hgih winds which seemed almost to prophesize the arrival of the Barbarians. His eyes were an almost storm grey, staring into the distance, not at the advancing horde, but beyond, as if he were staring at the edge of the world itself. His complexion was foreign to those around him, and, standing just shy of 1,90m, he was considered to be a giant by those around him. This exotic appearance was only strengthened by the colorful robe which he threw around himself, seemingly shimering in the rays of the sun, under which he wore a suit of boiled and prepared slabs of leather, tightly strung together to form the appearance of scales. Around his neck hung a locket, which carried the insignia of two interwoven serpents coiled around a single gem, a symbol both of his heritage and his loyalty.
While it was common knowledge that the Empire had conquered the Shash-La of the East many years ago, few within it's borders had ever met the strange, tall humans, with their oddly tinted skin and strange ways. Their customs and skills, honed by the wide open food plains of Alan Shior, roughly translated as 'Mother's Skin', were foreign and exotic to those within the Empire, and Sular was no exception. He had been sent into the army of the empire as a treaty of sorts, from the House of Snakes, one of the houses with a voice in the Selequoir, or, as the simple-minded Empyreans had named it, the Council of Houses. He was of nobe blood, and yet, failing to recognize the immense gift that had been granted to them, the leaders of the Empire had simply seen it as another measly tribute, and sent Sular to fight and die far from his homeland. As was to be expected of barbarians.
Upon his back, one could see what seemed to be a long length of jointed wood, oddly engraved. However, even as Sular reached back and released the clasp that had secured his weapon in place, it unfolded, the several joints evening out into a solid length of gleaming dark wood. Fully revealed, the bow was almost as tall as Sular himself, a true monstrosity that towered above some of the guards stationed besides him. A sturdy thread, woven from the hairs of his father's greatest stallion, was strung between several wheels between the two ends of the wood. The grip was engraved, once more, with the insignia of the Hesh-Coril, the House of Snakes, wrapped in supple leather to increase grip on the haft. Reachig back, Sular revealed a quiver previously hidden from beneath the folds of his cape, and he set two arrows tipped with fine steel beside him, within reach. The third arrow he draws, tipped with iron,he set on his bow, as he waited for the fools to come within range.
Far from his own lands, Sular had been pressed into service by the empire, and yet it was not the Empire he fought for. To a true warrior of the Shash-La, the fools of the Empire were nothing more than slightly stronger Barbarians. The only respect they deserved was for their military might, and even that was filled with contempt for the brutal, unhoned ways in which they committed their wars. Without elegance nor fashion, ignorant of the rules of the Selequoir, which formed the moral base of Shash-La culture. However, still the firstborn son fought these barbarians. For with each arrows that tasted the blood of his enemies, he honored his house and his father, and all those of Alan Shior. In him he wore the pride of the Shash-La, and it would be both armor and shield. He saw the advancing hordes of the enemy, and he faced them with a smile.
Let them come and taste the steel of a true warrior.
While it was common knowledge that the Empire had conquered the Shash-La of the East many years ago, few within it's borders had ever met the strange, tall humans, with their oddly tinted skin and strange ways. Their customs and skills, honed by the wide open food plains of Alan Shior, roughly translated as 'Mother's Skin', were foreign and exotic to those within the Empire, and Sular was no exception. He had been sent into the army of the empire as a treaty of sorts, from the House of Snakes, one of the houses with a voice in the Selequoir, or, as the simple-minded Empyreans had named it, the Council of Houses. He was of nobe blood, and yet, failing to recognize the immense gift that had been granted to them, the leaders of the Empire had simply seen it as another measly tribute, and sent Sular to fight and die far from his homeland. As was to be expected of barbarians.
Upon his back, one could see what seemed to be a long length of jointed wood, oddly engraved. However, even as Sular reached back and released the clasp that had secured his weapon in place, it unfolded, the several joints evening out into a solid length of gleaming dark wood. Fully revealed, the bow was almost as tall as Sular himself, a true monstrosity that towered above some of the guards stationed besides him. A sturdy thread, woven from the hairs of his father's greatest stallion, was strung between several wheels between the two ends of the wood. The grip was engraved, once more, with the insignia of the Hesh-Coril, the House of Snakes, wrapped in supple leather to increase grip on the haft. Reachig back, Sular revealed a quiver previously hidden from beneath the folds of his cape, and he set two arrows tipped with fine steel beside him, within reach. The third arrow he draws, tipped with iron,he set on his bow, as he waited for the fools to come within range.
Far from his own lands, Sular had been pressed into service by the empire, and yet it was not the Empire he fought for. To a true warrior of the Shash-La, the fools of the Empire were nothing more than slightly stronger Barbarians. The only respect they deserved was for their military might, and even that was filled with contempt for the brutal, unhoned ways in which they committed their wars. Without elegance nor fashion, ignorant of the rules of the Selequoir, which formed the moral base of Shash-La culture. However, still the firstborn son fought these barbarians. For with each arrows that tasted the blood of his enemies, he honored his house and his father, and all those of Alan Shior. In him he wore the pride of the Shash-La, and it would be both armor and shield. He saw the advancing hordes of the enemy, and he faced them with a smile.
Let them come and taste the steel of a true warrior.
I saw the interest check for this, and I hope there's still room for me to jump in. I love the freeform style of this, and the room left for creativity. By being so seemingly empty, this might become one of the most original settings I've seen in quite a while.
Name: Blackjack Pleasant, Semania Pain, Jack Hammer, Hugo Rothbane, etc.
Given Name: Shane Mark
Age: 37 Earth-years
Powers:
- Kineticism: Through extensive training, Shane has learned to redirect kinetic energy through his body. Any kinetic force that touches him can be stored within him, and then redirected in a variety of ways. He can also manipulate the kinetic energy of anything he touches, meaning he is practically immune to most physical attacks. However, in order to use this power offensively, he must have a source of kinetic energy to draw from.
- Riftwalking: After fighting his way through hordes upon hordes of demons, Shane was able to confront the Black Prince in a duel. He subdued the Black Prince, and forced him to grant Shane the power to walk between worlds, named Riftwalking, which allows Shane to move to different planes of existence. While all those who are destined to face one another in HCL have the ability to move to other dimensions, Shane's power is more specific, allowing him to move through most Dimensional Locks, as well as moving into alternate planes of existance within any specific dimension.
- Demon Soul: After making his pact with the Black Prince, Shane left his homeworld, and, in face, his home dimension, in search of fame and glory across the multiverse. However, he carries within him the soul of the Black Prince, taken as a trophy of victory. Unexpectedly, however, the Black Prince lives on in this soul, and, depending on the rules of the dimension, he can become a dangerous force in and of himself. While Shane does not actively control the Black Prince, their souls are tethered, and the Black Prince fears Shane, who is the only one to have defeated him in his ten thousand years of rule.
Bio: Shane's home dimension was a medieval universe, rife with magic in many forms. Mostly, those within his realm worked as men do, towards a variety of ends, as Gods and Demons fought in the background. However, one particular God, known as the Black Prince, betrayed his fellow Gods. Instead of fighting the demons, he granted them the relics of the Gods, and opened the gates of the Overworld to the Demon Princes. He, however, afterwards subjugated the Demon Princes, for he had absorbed the souls of those Gods that were slain. Driven to madness by the many souls clamoring within him, he lost his true name, known forevermore as the Black Prince.
For ten thousand years and 3 months (exactly) nobody could challenge the rule of the Black Prince. All of the realm was subject to his merest whims, and all of mankind and demonkind served him. Yet, one day, a prophesied child was born of a mysterious, unknown parentage. Some say he fell from the sky, others say he came from deep within the earth. According to some, he simply grew, like a plant. However, all knew that Shane was a special child, for soon the tales of his deeds went far and wide. He wielded an unknown magic with great power, as no demon could stand before him, and as he grew he became more and more proficient. Soon, he managed to defeat even one of the Demon Princes that acted as the Black King's generals.
Shane had never wanted more than to win. He was not a particularly gentle, kind, or heroic man. However, he was powerul and dangerous, and determined to use his abilities towards his own gain. The Black Prince stood in the way of that. When Shane tread into the Overworld, which had once been the home of the Gods, and defeated the Black Prince, he believed he would have achieved all that he had been born to do, and somehow, in that act, his reason for being born would be revealed. However, the Black Prince told Shane that there were untold universes out there, infinite different realities with quests such as Shane's, and that no matter what he tried to achieve, he would never be able to live up to his self-proclaimed destiny of achieving everything.
Challenge accepted.
Taking the Black Prince's soul as a trophy, Shane began walking different worlds, working a variety of jobs for large amounts of money. He toppled empires and killed Gods, performing every act imaginable. And, still on this quest to achieve all there is to achieve in the multiverse, he has found his way to Hell's Coffee Lounge. undoubtedly, here he will discover his true ancestry, and just why he was born. For is that not the way all these stories go?
Given Name: Shane Mark
Age: 37 Earth-years
Powers:
- Kineticism: Through extensive training, Shane has learned to redirect kinetic energy through his body. Any kinetic force that touches him can be stored within him, and then redirected in a variety of ways. He can also manipulate the kinetic energy of anything he touches, meaning he is practically immune to most physical attacks. However, in order to use this power offensively, he must have a source of kinetic energy to draw from.
- Riftwalking: After fighting his way through hordes upon hordes of demons, Shane was able to confront the Black Prince in a duel. He subdued the Black Prince, and forced him to grant Shane the power to walk between worlds, named Riftwalking, which allows Shane to move to different planes of existence. While all those who are destined to face one another in HCL have the ability to move to other dimensions, Shane's power is more specific, allowing him to move through most Dimensional Locks, as well as moving into alternate planes of existance within any specific dimension.
- Demon Soul: After making his pact with the Black Prince, Shane left his homeworld, and, in face, his home dimension, in search of fame and glory across the multiverse. However, he carries within him the soul of the Black Prince, taken as a trophy of victory. Unexpectedly, however, the Black Prince lives on in this soul, and, depending on the rules of the dimension, he can become a dangerous force in and of himself. While Shane does not actively control the Black Prince, their souls are tethered, and the Black Prince fears Shane, who is the only one to have defeated him in his ten thousand years of rule.
Bio: Shane's home dimension was a medieval universe, rife with magic in many forms. Mostly, those within his realm worked as men do, towards a variety of ends, as Gods and Demons fought in the background. However, one particular God, known as the Black Prince, betrayed his fellow Gods. Instead of fighting the demons, he granted them the relics of the Gods, and opened the gates of the Overworld to the Demon Princes. He, however, afterwards subjugated the Demon Princes, for he had absorbed the souls of those Gods that were slain. Driven to madness by the many souls clamoring within him, he lost his true name, known forevermore as the Black Prince.
For ten thousand years and 3 months (exactly) nobody could challenge the rule of the Black Prince. All of the realm was subject to his merest whims, and all of mankind and demonkind served him. Yet, one day, a prophesied child was born of a mysterious, unknown parentage. Some say he fell from the sky, others say he came from deep within the earth. According to some, he simply grew, like a plant. However, all knew that Shane was a special child, for soon the tales of his deeds went far and wide. He wielded an unknown magic with great power, as no demon could stand before him, and as he grew he became more and more proficient. Soon, he managed to defeat even one of the Demon Princes that acted as the Black King's generals.
Shane had never wanted more than to win. He was not a particularly gentle, kind, or heroic man. However, he was powerul and dangerous, and determined to use his abilities towards his own gain. The Black Prince stood in the way of that. When Shane tread into the Overworld, which had once been the home of the Gods, and defeated the Black Prince, he believed he would have achieved all that he had been born to do, and somehow, in that act, his reason for being born would be revealed. However, the Black Prince told Shane that there were untold universes out there, infinite different realities with quests such as Shane's, and that no matter what he tried to achieve, he would never be able to live up to his self-proclaimed destiny of achieving everything.
Challenge accepted.
Taking the Black Prince's soul as a trophy, Shane began walking different worlds, working a variety of jobs for large amounts of money. He toppled empires and killed Gods, performing every act imaginable. And, still on this quest to achieve all there is to achieve in the multiverse, he has found his way to Hell's Coffee Lounge. undoubtedly, here he will discover his true ancestry, and just why he was born. For is that not the way all these stories go?
I look forward to reading them.
If you guys are having trouble thinking of something to do, I encourage anyone to take control of Ural and become the new 'Big Bad'.
Of course. Fields all the way, forever.
All I really needed to intervene with was Martin's plan of transferring Stein, as well as his idea of hiding 'in' BioPILOT.
All I really needed to intervene with was Martin's plan of transferring Stein, as well as his idea of hiding 'in' BioPILOT.
While Martin's psyhic fingers probed through the depths of Mithias's mind, he found no trace of Stein. There was no device implanted in Mithias's head, no scar in the brain tissue. There was no indication, physical or otherwise, that anyone had ever implanted Stein's consciousness into Mithias's mind. Odder still, Martin could find no trace of the Terebitia across the land. It was as if it had turned itself into a coma, shutting down it's brain sequences in order to prevent Martin from tracking it down. Both the resurrected Stein and BioPILOT seemed to have disappeared without a trace, as if they had never existed at all.
Meanwhile, however, the country had fallen into chaos. Magnus had become completely absent, and the Vampire Republic was being bombarded with requests from assistance from Canada. The previously stoutly independent country was prepared to throw itself at the feet of it's new vampire overlords if they would send assistance, as Terebithia had apparently not only torn it's murderous path through the countryside, but additionally sent several groups of drones on long-range raiding parties, destroying important weapons caches and food deposits. To make matters worse, several outside countries had decided stating that they might be forced to move in and 'aid' the Vampire Republic deal with it's many issues, as well as the rumour of Heaven's Greatest Weapon, which had already been the subject of gossip and talk around the globe.
Meanwhile, however, the country had fallen into chaos. Magnus had become completely absent, and the Vampire Republic was being bombarded with requests from assistance from Canada. The previously stoutly independent country was prepared to throw itself at the feet of it's new vampire overlords if they would send assistance, as Terebithia had apparently not only torn it's murderous path through the countryside, but additionally sent several groups of drones on long-range raiding parties, destroying important weapons caches and food deposits. To make matters worse, several outside countries had decided stating that they might be forced to move in and 'aid' the Vampire Republic deal with it's many issues, as well as the rumour of Heaven's Greatest Weapon, which had already been the subject of gossip and talk around the globe.
kishin asura said
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Hey! Human interaction!
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