Zetsuko

The Sewer Rats

Ratmen could be fun, I'm down

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Octiem

Marcus Octiem
"Purpura Vulpes"

Age: 46

Sex: Male

Military Rank: Praefectus Praetorio

Appearance: Marcus stands tall, closing on 6ft in height, and retains his fit physique from his time in the legion and bears a few battle scars on his chest. He has rough, fair skin and a stern, shaven, face. His eyes are dark brown in color and his hair has begun to gray with age. He is usually seen proudly wearing his Praetorian armor.

Personality: Marcus has a calm, cunning demeanor well-suited to politics or the battlefield. He can be cold and brutal as he carries out his duties and he's not one for social events. He regards the Empire of Rome highly and would much rather see it prosper than any one Emperor sit on the throne.

Skills:

• Loyalty of the Guard - Marcus has managed to gain a hold over the loyalty of most of the guard, leading a majority of them to follow him without question.
• Cultus Speculatores - Made up of Frumentarii contacts and Speculatore agents, Marcus has established an unmatched networks of spies and assassins informally referred to as "The Cult of Spies"
• Untouchable - With no known familial connections and no holdings beyond those of a prefect there is no way to influence him without directly convincing him.
• Gladius - His preferred weapon, Marcus is exceptionally skilled with these blades. He can just as easily wield one solo, duel weapons, or sword and shield.

Flaws:

• Loyal to the Empire, not the Emperor
• politically uninclined - Marcus does not have a great grasp of the political machinations of the senate, and he does not care too. He keeps an eye on them but remains otherwise uninvolved...for the most part
• Fox knows best - owing to his lack of political affinity and somewhat anti-social personality Marcus would much rather handle things through espionage and assassins rather than political maneuvering or sweet talk.

Backstory: Marcus' comes from seemingly nowhere, the first records of him being his recruitment into the legion. He proved to be a good soldier and was set to steadily rise through the ranks but instead was soon transferred to the reconnaissance arm of the legion. If he found his transfer disappointing he never let it show, instead he went on to excel in his new role.

He soon proved one of the most capable scouts in the army, capable of not only tracking enemy movements and numbers but also of sabotaging and hindering them in various ways. For his skill and guile he came to be known as "Vulpes"(The Fox) and came to lead a small unit. He would continue on with his small command for a few years.

Though he held a small command he never rose beyond the Speculatores, more out of the sense that he was too effective to be moved up into the legion proper. However he would begin to have closer dealings with the Frumentarii, eventually becoming one himself.

Not much is known from his time as a Frumentarii, most of his activities were secret but he could be found all over the empire, from war fronts to inner cities, he would have traveled over most of the places the Empire could reach. The time would eventually come though for him to advance his career, and when it came it was by way of selection for the Praetorians. Being a capable fighter and clever spy, Marcus was able to rise through the ranks of the Praetorians rapidly, seeing himself quickly to the position of Prefect, the head of the guard.

owing to his new uniform and rapid rise a slight change to his nickname slowly spread, "Purpura Vulpes", "The Purple Fox

ROME: In Flammas Imperii

I'll give it a shot, I'm interested

The Right of Dragons

Sabine returned that man's smirk, he wasn't bothered by odd looks or cold tones he would tend to receive and this stranger was friendlier than most anyway. "Well I suppose were all anxious in one way or another" He tipped up his mug and took a long drink before continuing "So-" before he could continue he was cut off by the arrival of Torok and his brothers. He nodded to the middle brother and waved a hand in greeting "Torok" he spent enough time training with the brothers that he was fairly good at telling them apart. After greeting Torok he went quiet to let the newcomer answer for himself, as he had yet to find out who he was anyway.

He took another drink and studied the man as he gave his greeting. He'd been around enough soldiers to see the demeanor of one in this man and looking at his armor, fine metal bearing the queen's insignia, he'd guess this man was a knight. Sabine didn't know of any knightly orders within Tur, if there were any he hasn't heard of them, but with that symbol he suppose the man was in direct service to the queen so perhaps he was royal guard, or maybe a lord's son. Regardless, Sabine wasn't much concerned with the details of the David's prior service, at least for the now.

When David commented on them knowing each other Sabine nodded as he put down his drink "Aye, we've all been training here for perhaps just a bit over a year now" he glanced back toward Torok and his brothers but looked back to David after his next question. The smirk returned to his face as he took another sip and tilted his head slightly before giving his answer "One could say that" his smirk slowly turning into a grin.

@my Lalia@ReusableSword

[HIGH CASUAL] Her Majesty's Spirit

@Lionhearted would the viking of moore tolerate having someone with magic among them if it's one of their own? I'm thinking of a viking born with magic but he's kept around as some kind of shaman mage or something as a counter to the witches from the witch hut's.

or alternatively he gets exiled, joins the witches, and hates his own people for it.

or maybe I'll try to think of something else if that's not possible.

The Fall of Scorned [A Fantasy Adventure]

Keenan didn't even flinch as the wolf was obliterated in front of him. He kept facing the woods until the rest of the corrupt pack showed itself and charged the party. rather than remain braced, however, Keenan charged for the silver wolf as it came towards him. As he charged he subtly tapped into the magic the Fae left behind in the wake of her spell, no one would be the wiser but as the two were about to meet the wolf's front legs were suddenly snared. The wolf was stopped for the split second needed for Keenan to drive his knee into the underside of it's jack, and with a wet crack the wolf's jaw was broken. The stunned beast was then subjected to a flurry from the Twin Fang's blades, ending it's miserable life.

Standing over it's body Keenan roared a challenge at the other brown wolf and it came barreling into him in answer. He took the charge and the two entering a fierce grapple.

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As soon as the first wolf was gone Lothian aimed for the treeline and began shooting with his crossbow a moment before the wolves had come charging out of the woods. He continued aiming as he had before, taking every available shot to either weaken, maim, or kill. He slowly stepped backward to put himself behind the others as he did to avoid the melee so he could keep firing but he drew his shortsword in case it found him anyway.

[HIGH CASUAL] Her Majesty's Spirit

I'm a bit interested

The Right of Dragons

@ReusableSword yeah thas fine

The Right of Dragons

The Winged Defenders' keep was certainly something to behold, rivaling even the opulent palaces of the Five Kings. It certainly had an impression on Sabine when he first arrived, mainly that it was still seemed so grand despite being a bit more practical that a fanciful showpiece. He'd spent most of his time in Tur in the keep for his training, with only a few ventures out to wander the country, as he's only been in the Kingdom for a few month longer than he's been training. It had been initially hard to find as not many of Tur's citizens were all that willing to give direction to a foreigner from the Main.

Yet now here he was, sure they probably didn't expect he'll be chosen by a dragon but still here he was, at least he had a shot.

He had been out when they recalled him, another one of his trips just to see the land but once he'd received the summons he began the trek back to the village. After an uneventful ride he was back to find some new activity in the village, he already knew what is was about though: there was to be another rite soon. It seemed that there were going to be more recruits returned and with there not being much time he decided against returning to his room and opted to wait at the bar and headed that way. that's when he noticed someone he hadn't seen around before. A man about his age wearing armor with the queen's symbol on it, new recruit it seemed. He went over to a seat near him and greeted the man, Mainlander accent in his voice as he spoke "greetings, friend" he made a gesture to the barmaid, ordering his usual drink "you're a new one, da? and a rite so soon. Anxious?" he took his drink from the maid and awaited a reply.

@my Lalia

The Right of Dragons

Boop

Sabine

Sabine

Sabine

Age
23
Gender
Male
New or Been in Trianing
Training a little over a year
Other
A peculiar nomadic warrior, Sabine originated from the lands of the Five Kings before traveling to the small Kingdom of Tur.

Daken
"King of The Storm"

Daken

Class of Dragon
Light
Strengths
- Very fast flier
- Can turn invisible at will
- Strengthened when hit by lightning
- Can channel lightning through his wings and create a thungerclap by beating them together
Weaknesses
- Uncomfortable in darkness
- Getting wet can make his lightning attacks go haywire
- Must cast off built up lightning charge to become completely invisible
Other
An oddity among his kind, Daken prefers to spend his time in storms with the bright flashes from lightning and thunder rather than the sun, hence his nickname.