There was an old roleplay I am pretty sure was on the Guild but it may have been the older site.
It was either "Dragon's Sword" or "Dragon's Might" or "Dragon's Blade" or something; I seem to remember the word 'Dragon' being in it.
The primary story focused on a princess, who was fleeing from her fallen nation in a quest to receive allies and support from one of the other kingdoms. One group of players was with the Princess and was escorting her. The other group was her pursuers, trying to stop her from getting to her destination.
I seem to recall the setting where there was a sea to the north, a desert to the south ruled by a Sultanate, and then in between all of it was about 5 kingdoms. One of these kigndoms was reminiscent of the Roman Empire and they once controlled all of the 5 kingdoms, but they had fallen and only maintained a portion of their land. The other 4 kingdoms were created after the Empire fell. The Princess was from one of these 4 kingdoms (not the Empire), but hers had fallen and she was in danger. My character was from the Empire and I was leading a small contingent of soldiers to find her and support her.
Does anyone know what I am talking about, who hosted it, and whether or not I can still find it?
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Sorry, but Vigil will need to go into stasis for a little while.
In other words, I need to fulfill other obligations before I can participate in this RP further. Have fun you guys!
In other words, I need to fulfill other obligations before I can participate in this RP further. Have fun you guys!
I may post later today.
Everybody wants to be free, but is freedom to dangerous to be left in the hands of citizens like us?
What if we had the ability to track each citizen? If a kid is kidnapped we know exactly where they are, we know where they're going, and we know who has them. If we could control the population we could make sure that kid never gets kidnapped, and even they are kidnapped we have a very effective way of rescuing them. Imagine if that kid was a little girl who was about to be sexually abused by the kidnapper; isn't it better that we CONTROL the population to ensure these sick things never happen?
What if we had a system that told us when someone was doing something illegal? What if we knew when someone was drinking and driving? We could save the life of an innocent child, or perhaps an entire family. Drugs don't always make you do bad things, but drugs will ALWAYS lead to violence, and we need to control the population to ensure violence is contained.
What if our law enforcement had the ability to search whatever they wanted? They need no warrant. Why do you want a warrant anyway? Do you have something to hide? If you're an innocent person you have nothing to hide. In my eyes, if you request a warrant then you're hiding something.
Imagine if we had the ability to immediately flag and arrest potential terrorists.
How many people live in poverty and continue to spend taxpayers money on drugs? Why are people against drug tests for welfare and food stamps? Why would you deny a drug test? Are you spending the money that you supposedly don't have on illegal substances?
I believe a BETTER world is a SAFE world, but a SAFE world is only possible through CONTROL, NOT FREEDOM.
What if we had the ability to track each citizen? If a kid is kidnapped we know exactly where they are, we know where they're going, and we know who has them. If we could control the population we could make sure that kid never gets kidnapped, and even they are kidnapped we have a very effective way of rescuing them. Imagine if that kid was a little girl who was about to be sexually abused by the kidnapper; isn't it better that we CONTROL the population to ensure these sick things never happen?
What if we had a system that told us when someone was doing something illegal? What if we knew when someone was drinking and driving? We could save the life of an innocent child, or perhaps an entire family. Drugs don't always make you do bad things, but drugs will ALWAYS lead to violence, and we need to control the population to ensure violence is contained.
What if our law enforcement had the ability to search whatever they wanted? They need no warrant. Why do you want a warrant anyway? Do you have something to hide? If you're an innocent person you have nothing to hide. In my eyes, if you request a warrant then you're hiding something.
Imagine if we had the ability to immediately flag and arrest potential terrorists.
How many people live in poverty and continue to spend taxpayers money on drugs? Why are people against drug tests for welfare and food stamps? Why would you deny a drug test? Are you spending the money that you supposedly don't have on illegal substances?
I believe a BETTER world is a SAFE world, but a SAFE world is only possible through CONTROL, NOT FREEDOM.
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Okay, I'm still waiting for another reply or two before I post again.
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Me too. Don't know wtf was going on, but I'm here. Let me go check on the IC real fast.
Actually, if Cain and Elsie are still fighting the Dead Masks, Vigil may pop in and offer assistance on my next post. The concept is that he was on his way to find Asyr, so he'll probably end up joining the group that Damon is trying to form.
I was about to post the other day but couldn't. I've posted now but I need to reread the most recent posts.
Vigil will make his debut here soon, once some serious action starts going down.
Vigil will make his debut here soon, once some serious action starts going down.
Connor watched as the speed gauge shot above 50. Miranda only drove this fast when something serious was going down. She whipped around a few cars, passed over lanes, and ignored the red lights, drawing the ire of many pedestrians and drivers alike. She was one of the best drivers Connor had ever seen, and he could say that without a doubt, recalling all the times she got them out of tight situations. "Easy, woman, what's the rush," Connor asked, you gonna try to save Asyr yourself?"
"No, of course not," she replied, "I don't have the tools or skills to save Asyr from... whatever is affecting her. It's better to leave that up to the real heroes, like Skeritt, or Electron."
"Ha! Electron: the living power line? Skeritt: the alien invader-turned-superhero? The government should have executed Skeritt as soon as they had the chance." Connor didn't necessarily hold a lot of respect for superheroes, believing most of them were to 'soft'.
"You're one to judge," Miranda barked. She held great respect for all heroes and didn't take to kindly to Connor's constant depreciation of them. "Just shut your mouth and wait till we get to the lab."
-_-<0>-_-
Every other time Connor had driven to Miranda's lab it was always at the local police precinct. But not this time. This time she pulled into some sort of apartment. It required some sort of special security check at the gates, and the security itself was pretty tight. Connor spotted at least seven snipers on the way in. It was like some sort of... police apartment. Miranda parked the car and led Connor into the building where they passed through a security checkpoint. Connor had to leave his pistol in the car so as to not set off the alarm, while Miranda casually laid hers on a conveyor belt beside the checkpoint, holstering it once more when she was through.
"This way," she said as Connor stepped through. She led him down the hall, into an elevator, and up to one of the top floors. "This is where I stay when I'm not on some escapade with you."
"Oh? You're finally inviting me to your private quarters," Connor playfully said. He knew that sort of speech annoyed Miranda and was not surprised when she rolled her eyes and shook her head.
Finally, the doors opened back up and she led Connor down another hall and into a room. It was... white. White carpet, white walls, white furniture, white... everything. Everything except the slick black suit in the corner, propped up on a mannequin of some sort. "And this," she began, "is what I've been working on in my free time." She ran her hand down the arm of the suit. It was well-crafted, and Connor could not help but appreciate the sleekness of it. It was... beautiful? No, it was badass! "This is the Warlord-M1, my own version of the Warlord-V2 developed by the ACRD nearly ten years ago. The The joints contain synthetic braces that augment the wearers speed and strength. It was developed for warfare but the cell was shut down before it finished completion. It took a good while but I finally managed to order all of the necessary components using off-shore addresses."
Connor didn't know what to say. Was it his? "Can... am I suppose to wear this or something?"
Miranda giggled, "that is why I brought you here. But before I give it to you, you need to promise me something."
"And what's that?"
"You have to change. Connor, I know what you've been through. That stuff with Ellie is... it's heart-wrenching, and I know it. That stuff you did in the Middle East with Jagar was... I know it couldn't have been easy Connor. But I know that somewhere, deep down inside of you, there's a shred of your true self still embedded in your soul. You were a good man, Connor - a good father, and you know that. All I ask is that you dig as deep as you can, find that shred, and let it take hold once again. If not for me, then do it for Ellie's sake."
Connor just laughed, a bit annoyed at everything Miranda just told him. "You... you want me to be some kind of hero? Come on Miranda, we know that's not going to happen. I'm not a hero, you know that. A real hero would have saved Ellie that night, not get beaten to a pulp and left for dead. If I was really the hero Ellie mad me out to be, she'd still be here. That's just the cold hard truth Miranda, we both know that."
"Heroes don't always win, Connor. Look at what's happening with Asyr. Asyr is one of - no, she is the greatest hero this world has ever seen, and look what's happened to her. All I'm asking is that you at least try to be the hero Ellie saw you as."
Connor closed his eyes to hold back tears. He hated what happened to Ellie. Hated the world for what it had done. He hated it all. If only he had the power he'd massacre every last person on the planet, just to bring back his dear Ellie. But what Miranda said was true: Ellie always looked at Connor as a hero... and what was he now? A murderer? "Alright," he finally replied, "I'll do what I can." He reached up to the suit's mask, pulled it off the mannequin and looked into its eyes. "Let's show the world what Vigil is capable of."
"No, of course not," she replied, "I don't have the tools or skills to save Asyr from... whatever is affecting her. It's better to leave that up to the real heroes, like Skeritt, or Electron."
"Ha! Electron: the living power line? Skeritt: the alien invader-turned-superhero? The government should have executed Skeritt as soon as they had the chance." Connor didn't necessarily hold a lot of respect for superheroes, believing most of them were to 'soft'.
"You're one to judge," Miranda barked. She held great respect for all heroes and didn't take to kindly to Connor's constant depreciation of them. "Just shut your mouth and wait till we get to the lab."
Every other time Connor had driven to Miranda's lab it was always at the local police precinct. But not this time. This time she pulled into some sort of apartment. It required some sort of special security check at the gates, and the security itself was pretty tight. Connor spotted at least seven snipers on the way in. It was like some sort of... police apartment. Miranda parked the car and led Connor into the building where they passed through a security checkpoint. Connor had to leave his pistol in the car so as to not set off the alarm, while Miranda casually laid hers on a conveyor belt beside the checkpoint, holstering it once more when she was through.
"This way," she said as Connor stepped through. She led him down the hall, into an elevator, and up to one of the top floors. "This is where I stay when I'm not on some escapade with you."
"Oh? You're finally inviting me to your private quarters," Connor playfully said. He knew that sort of speech annoyed Miranda and was not surprised when she rolled her eyes and shook her head.
Finally, the doors opened back up and she led Connor down another hall and into a room. It was... white. White carpet, white walls, white furniture, white... everything. Everything except the slick black suit in the corner, propped up on a mannequin of some sort. "And this," she began, "is what I've been working on in my free time." She ran her hand down the arm of the suit. It was well-crafted, and Connor could not help but appreciate the sleekness of it. It was... beautiful? No, it was badass! "This is the Warlord-M1, my own version of the Warlord-V2 developed by the ACRD nearly ten years ago. The The joints contain synthetic braces that augment the wearers speed and strength. It was developed for warfare but the cell was shut down before it finished completion. It took a good while but I finally managed to order all of the necessary components using off-shore addresses."
Connor didn't know what to say. Was it his? "Can... am I suppose to wear this or something?"
Miranda giggled, "that is why I brought you here. But before I give it to you, you need to promise me something."
"And what's that?"
"You have to change. Connor, I know what you've been through. That stuff with Ellie is... it's heart-wrenching, and I know it. That stuff you did in the Middle East with Jagar was... I know it couldn't have been easy Connor. But I know that somewhere, deep down inside of you, there's a shred of your true self still embedded in your soul. You were a good man, Connor - a good father, and you know that. All I ask is that you dig as deep as you can, find that shred, and let it take hold once again. If not for me, then do it for Ellie's sake."
Connor just laughed, a bit annoyed at everything Miranda just told him. "You... you want me to be some kind of hero? Come on Miranda, we know that's not going to happen. I'm not a hero, you know that. A real hero would have saved Ellie that night, not get beaten to a pulp and left for dead. If I was really the hero Ellie mad me out to be, she'd still be here. That's just the cold hard truth Miranda, we both know that."
"Heroes don't always win, Connor. Look at what's happening with Asyr. Asyr is one of - no, she is the greatest hero this world has ever seen, and look what's happened to her. All I'm asking is that you at least try to be the hero Ellie saw you as."
Connor closed his eyes to hold back tears. He hated what happened to Ellie. Hated the world for what it had done. He hated it all. If only he had the power he'd massacre every last person on the planet, just to bring back his dear Ellie. But what Miranda said was true: Ellie always looked at Connor as a hero... and what was he now? A murderer? "Alright," he finally replied, "I'll do what I can." He reached up to the suit's mask, pulled it off the mannequin and looked into its eyes. "Let's show the world what Vigil is capable of."
"Look daddy! There she is, there's Lady Asyr!"
Connor looked in the direction his adoptive daughter was pointing. "Yes, Ellie-girl, I see her." Ellie's beautiful blue eyes reflected the sight and her blonde hair waved in the wind. Lady Asyr was her role model, and she always imagined what it would be like to soar through the skies. Ellie was happy... and safe... that's all that mattered to him. Playfully speaking, Connor told her "if only we could fly, then we could be heroes too, huh?"
Ellie just looked at her dad and smiled with her perfect grin. "It's not about flying or being strong daddy. It's what you do that makes you a hero."
A shudder of pride echoed throughout Connor's body. "Oh? And who told you that?"
"No one told me that daddy," she replied, "you can't fly, but you're my hero."
-_-<0>-_-
Plow!
Connor hopped off the dirty couch, reaching for his pistol, as the basement door burst open. "Oh," he said, once he realized the 'intruder' was Miranda, his confidant, "it's just you." Connor fell back on the couch, tossing the pistol back on the table and burying his head into his hands. His dream made him happy, it let him relive his past. Waking up was the worst part - watching the memories of his deceased baby-girl vanish.
Miranda walked in and slammed the door behind her, "I've been trying to call you for the past six hours, Connor, why didn't you answer? I thought something happened to you."
"Uh, I've been sleeping," Connor replied, "remember: I had a rough night." Indeed it was a rough night, but the thought of mutilated and beheaded kidnappers brought a maniacal grin to Connor's face; he needed the rest. "Killing folks is busy work."
Miranda sighed before replying, "well, turn on the TV, there's something you need to see." Connor slowly extended his arm, reaching for the remote and flipped on the ancient TV. It was on the news channel, as it always was. Images of destruction and battle was shown within a city. The headline read: "Lady Asyr - Defeated?" A surprised Conno turned the TV up loudly:
"...after being defeated by the villain calling himself 'The End'. Authorities and heroes alike, including Skeritt, scour the scene for more details. We are all standing by, awaiting what many believe will be the inevitable death of our beloved Lady Asyr-"
The TV flicked off. Connor's breathing had picked up and his blood began to boil. "Damn it!" Connor chucked the remote across the room, causing it to break apart as it hit the concrete wall. He and Asyr would have never gotten along, and both had two very different moralities, but knowing that Ellie's role model would die somehow made him feel responsible.
"Connor..." started Miranda, trying to calm him down, "don't get worked up about it-"
"Damn it, Miranda, you don't know-"
"I do know!" Miranda had raised her voice. "Now I have something back at the lab that you need to see," she continued. "Will you come with me? It's urgent."
"Sure," Connor said, wiping sweat from his brow. "Let's go."
Connor looked in the direction his adoptive daughter was pointing. "Yes, Ellie-girl, I see her." Ellie's beautiful blue eyes reflected the sight and her blonde hair waved in the wind. Lady Asyr was her role model, and she always imagined what it would be like to soar through the skies. Ellie was happy... and safe... that's all that mattered to him. Playfully speaking, Connor told her "if only we could fly, then we could be heroes too, huh?"
Ellie just looked at her dad and smiled with her perfect grin. "It's not about flying or being strong daddy. It's what you do that makes you a hero."
A shudder of pride echoed throughout Connor's body. "Oh? And who told you that?"
"No one told me that daddy," she replied, "you can't fly, but you're my hero."
Plow!
Connor hopped off the dirty couch, reaching for his pistol, as the basement door burst open. "Oh," he said, once he realized the 'intruder' was Miranda, his confidant, "it's just you." Connor fell back on the couch, tossing the pistol back on the table and burying his head into his hands. His dream made him happy, it let him relive his past. Waking up was the worst part - watching the memories of his deceased baby-girl vanish.
Miranda walked in and slammed the door behind her, "I've been trying to call you for the past six hours, Connor, why didn't you answer? I thought something happened to you."
"Uh, I've been sleeping," Connor replied, "remember: I had a rough night." Indeed it was a rough night, but the thought of mutilated and beheaded kidnappers brought a maniacal grin to Connor's face; he needed the rest. "Killing folks is busy work."
Miranda sighed before replying, "well, turn on the TV, there's something you need to see." Connor slowly extended his arm, reaching for the remote and flipped on the ancient TV. It was on the news channel, as it always was. Images of destruction and battle was shown within a city. The headline read: "Lady Asyr - Defeated?" A surprised Conno turned the TV up loudly:
"...after being defeated by the villain calling himself 'The End'. Authorities and heroes alike, including Skeritt, scour the scene for more details. We are all standing by, awaiting what many believe will be the inevitable death of our beloved Lady Asyr-"
The TV flicked off. Connor's breathing had picked up and his blood began to boil. "Damn it!" Connor chucked the remote across the room, causing it to break apart as it hit the concrete wall. He and Asyr would have never gotten along, and both had two very different moralities, but knowing that Ellie's role model would die somehow made him feel responsible.
"Connor..." started Miranda, trying to calm him down, "don't get worked up about it-"
"Damn it, Miranda, you don't know-"
"I do know!" Miranda had raised her voice. "Now I have something back at the lab that you need to see," she continued. "Will you come with me? It's urgent."
"Sure," Connor said, wiping sweat from his brow. "Let's go."
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