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Forever-GM of forum roleplaying games. What can I say? I like making worlds for people to play in.

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The Dark Dragon himself, ruler of all Fellmore. Though he is egotistical, he's not quite the "evil incarnate" some make him out to be. He believes that humanity, in fact, is the evil incarnate, and that while there may be a few good ones here and there, on the whole, they are an evil race better off destroyed. In his own mind, he is the savior of the world and the hero of his story.

Given our propensity for destruction, he's not entirely wrong...

While he's not exactly merciful toward humans, he can be reasoned with. However, he is considerably more gracious and merciful toward non-human species. The orcs and goblins often report that he's unbelievably forgiving, especially considering the wretched masters they used to serve, who'd have no problem killing them for the slightest offenses. For the first time in millennia, the disparate monstrous civilizations of the north have buried the hatchet and come together as friends, and they have Lord Caradras to thank for it.
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The Dragan Empire was originally named for the army of dragon riders who conquered it so many years ago. Alexander is the latest in a long line of human kings descended from the first dragon rider, and he's one of the better ones to take the throne. He first made his mark on history when he led a daring night raid against the western Bandit Lords and captured them with minimal losses. His policy of racial discrimination against non-humans, while popular, has been a source of constant strife within his borders. Some say he's driven by spite or vengeance because his mother was murdered by orcs before his very eyes. Despite the controversy, his reign has been a relatively prosperous one until now.
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A mysterious elf wearing the Armor of the Ancients who works for Lord Caradras. During a Fellmoran assault upon King Dragan and his elven allies, the Dark Dragon's hide was pierced by the knight's black blade. The mighty dragon and the knight lit up the earth for miles with their fiery duel, ending in a draw that left both combatants exhausted. Some time after the battle, Caradras sought out his opponent, and instead of killing him, he offered him a job as supreme commander of his armies. The elf accepted, and has been his most trusted ally ever since.

Most of the Black Knight's power comes from his unique armor, an ancient powered battlesuit that grants tremendous strength and supernatural agility to its wearer. It cannot be damaged except by the most powerful magical weapons. The wearer himself is highly skilled, able to best Caradras' greatest duelists even without the armor. His blade, the Erengard, is imbued by the Immortals of old with a Durable Edge, a blade that cannot dull or break and never needs sharpening.
@AcetheKiddPlot Idea

The Dark Dragon is a vast and ancient evil creature able to destroy the world - but he won't, because he wants to be worshipped as a god. He already has an army of followers from all species ready to die for him. Our heroes were forged in the fires of battle, and their surprising victory over the invaders brought them the attention of the Good Guys' King. We are summoned to lead the Good Guys' armies to battle.

Little do we know what plot twists lie ahead.
I want my villains to have more character than just "Ooh ugh, I'm evil, just shoot me now." Hey, maybe I should create character sheets for them...
The princess reached out to grab him. "No- no, wait"
And then he was gone.

Downstairs, five black-robed individuals burst through the inn doors. The innkeeper drew his sword. "What do you hooligans want?" he barked.
The rangers fanned out through the room. Most sat at tables, while the shortest one retreated to a corner. The biggest ranger approached the counter and slammed his palms on it.

"Dinner."

An uneasy silence hung over the room.

The short ranger snorted. "You forgot something Price..."

Price flinched. "Please."

More uneasy silence. The innkeeper didn't move.

"Pay the man," the short ranger reminded.

Price forked over a few coins and folded his arms.

The innkeeper sheathed his sword. "Very well. I'll look over your attitude just this once. Thelma! Start making the appetizers." He went back into the kitchen, leaving the five enemy rangers alone in the dining room.
Got a lot of setup to do before Girl #2 can join the party.

Solomon is getting serious now, eh? I think he's gonna kick some bee-hind and shock the pants off of Commander Fairmont. xD
And posted. Sykes just activated a satellite view on the Throne Room by accident. XD.


Hmm, I could use this...yes...it's perfect!

It's mine.
All mine.
Ha ha.
Ha ha ha.
Muah ha ha ha ha!

*ahem*

It shal be used for trans-galactic communication as well.
I was writing up a whole post about Fairmont and Company by bits and pieces during my work breaks, but ditched it all when I sat down to write back home. xD

What I replaced it with is better anyway, IMO. ^_^
"If you say so, your Majesty."
"I do."
Solomon picked her up again, this time with less fanfare from the lady, and carried her upstairs. "I have some herbal leaves in my pack," he told her. "I use them as bandages. They secrete a harmless liquid that eases pain. I'll give you some to put on so you don't wake up in pain tomorrow morning."
"Thank you, that would be nice." I wish I could have tasted the soup, though. Shame to waste it.
Solomon's thoughts were along the same lines. "And maybe I should get you some food as well. I noticed you didn't pay much attention to the broth."
The princess raised her brows. "Ha, yes, I was just thinking the same. I do believe I'll be needing a bite soon."

They reached the peak of the staircase and made their way through the dark hall. Solomon spoke again, his tone now devoid of inflection. "They're going to find us soon, aren't they?"
Amalthea nodded. "Mhm."

An uneasy silence fell over the couple by the time they entered their room. Once deposited on the bed, the princess withdrew a knife from her leg holster and stuffed it under her pillow.

"Please, stay with me tonight?" she begged.


@StormHeart
Dessa watched the girl alternate between excitement and caution as she considered the offer.
"Of course!" Kiera exclaimed, accepting at first...
...followed by a swing to caution with, "Why are you doing this though? I mean, teaching someone something so powerful, you must want something, right?"
...which gave way to acceptance again. "I'll join, but I'd like to know what I'm getting into first."

Dessa pursed her lips. What I would ask of you, no sane person would give, yet what even the most cowardly heart would not hesitate to offer freely to those they hold dear. I cannot ask it of you, for you are not ready to take the world on your shoulders.

She reached out, folded Kiera's hand in hers, and breathed a nervous sigh. "The skills I would teach, you must use to the fullest. Do not waste time or talent on people just as easily treated by lesser healers. Touch only the most wounded, those on death's door, the broken in spirit, the cold-hearted, the lost. Be hope for those who have lost it."

Then, in a smaller voice just barely above a whisper:

"Do not let yourself lose everything in ignorance."
Solomon's face darkened with worry. "Are you all right? Don't let the injuries get to you too much. The last thing I want to see is you in more pain."
Princess Amalthea continued staring out the window. The bright light of the inn made it quite impossible to see out. But if someone were to put their face to the window and look in...but who would do that? She leaned back in her chair again and turned back to Solomon with a smile that failed to reach her eyes. "Yes, I'm quite all right. I'm just scared that the men who got me might come back. I could use some distraction, so...maybe I'll tell that story you asked for."

She made one last glance at the window.

The shadows formed the slightest hint of a face.

Amalthea hiccuped. "My story...is...um...yes, I started life in the palace. I mean, of course, I was born there. And...goodness, I feel very tired. I'm so sorry. Please take me to bed."

She hadn't touched her soup.
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