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OK this will most likely be a long post so prepare yourselves.
Race: Must be Elf/Human/Dwarf/Halfling
Also include some appropriate background for you character. The more thoughtout the background is the more likely you will gain bonuses for good Role Playing.
Playing the Game
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So How is this Going to Work Storywise?
If there are enough volunteers I would like to run a second group as the villains of the story. Yes this does mean you can go evil races.
Evil Characters? I Like the Sound of That! So How Do I Do That?
By posting your character like above but using an evil race.
Only Dark Elfs, Vampires, Necormancers, Chaos Dwarfs, Skaven, Chaos or just not very nice people may be used. No Orcs, etc.
How is the Two Threads Going to Work?
Quit simple really. I'm going to run to threads and trust you to not look at the other thread. If I think you are letting the other thread influence your actions then I will punish your character.
So I've Read This. Posted My Character. What Do I Do Now?
Well the simple answer is wait until I start a new thread in the action section.
- No player killing unless it is a player from a rival group and even then I might not let it happen
- Have fun.
- Good RPing will gain you bonuses so I encourage you to write good quality posts. I will try to do the same so we can have a high quality RP.
I look forward to seeing you characters so quickly sign up so we can get this moving.
Last edited by Thee Forsaken One; October 5th, 2005 at 13:27.
I have never got involved with the RP before but i guess i there is a first time.
Name...................... Agatius Rel
Appearence: ............Medium height and build, Brown hair, brown eyes,
Skills/Talents: ..........Can mix drinks
..........Skills of a misspent youth (Basic Theiving)
..........Basic survival skills.
The account of Agatius Rel:
Just like every other member of my particular profession, my story started dismally. But what kind of story is worth telling that does not start with a bad beginning.
No matter what country or race you are from in this vast and diverse world, you will always find one place in common. Think of a vast sprawling city metropolis complete with enormous mansions, even palaces, busy marketplaces, endless gardens, everywhere you look people merrily going about their business. Now in your mind let the nimble hands of the clock make their endless journey of time, Let war ravage the city, a plague devastate it's populous, The once magnificent mansions erode as decay sets in. The streets will fill with the poor and the plagued. Those who once prospered here have long since left, and only those with no means to escape to a better life remain. The marketplace is now baron, for who in their right mind would come to trade in a plague ridden town. Business is stopped but for those with such resolve to scrape a meager living out of their retched lives. The only businesses now which one might consider profitable are found spread through the city almost as the plague itself. Here widowed wives and motherless daughters walk the streets, offering the nights respite from the miserable city to anyone not visibly dieing from the plague, and sometimes even them. Some of these women were even lucky enough to have a warm place to do their business. A building with curtains drawn, with cheap perfumes struggling to overcome the smells of Spilled cups and the smells of business. Here in this place I was begotten, born, but never raised.
My mothers name was Indin Rel. She was a daughter caught without family, without money, and without options save one. She worked at the "Rose Garden" where she entertained those who could afford it, until I came about. After I was born my mother seemed to never return to the women she was. Everyone seemed to think she had gone simple. She became less desired and was soon facing the street, luckily, or not, the owner of the Rose garden was not as interested in whether she was simple and still seemed to enjoy mother enough to keep her on working the kitchen. it was here in this very kitchen, that I spent most of my youth, which was considerably shorter then most boys but a necessity of the times, My mother didn't teach me much, or even talk to me a terrible amount, but I watched and I learned things and I knew she loved me.
Years passed and I was nearly 13 years old. I spent my days in the Rose Garden and made little bits of money serving drinks to the men who visited. They were always impressed by the fact I could get them nearly anything the wanted at such an early age.(I never knew why it wasn't terribly hard) Although I earned myself small amounts of coin, I never made enough to share with the Rose Garden and after all this time the owner of the rose garden had had enough. He simply told me and my mother that I was not welcome any longer and that I was to leave immediately. As I said before my mother no longer spoke much but she loved me and she would not have me thrown out on the street. She argued with the owner and she begged, and then he sealed his fate, he drew his sinister slender knife and held it to my mothers throat. He yelled and cursed at her spitting at her, and then he struck her across the face and threw her to the floor. Then he turned on me. He approached me holding the sinister knife telling me all about the devil I would surly meet when he was finished with me. And then for no reason, he stopped and looked back at my mother who was sobbing on the floor. And the look on his face changed form a look of anger to something far worse. He explained to my mother that I could stay but that she would have to make it worth the owners while.
Every couple of nights form that day my mother would come back to our little room looking like she had fallen from a cliff. Battered bruised and bleeding. My mother had always loved me and I would not allow this to happen to her. I spent months saving my precious coins, and when finally I had saved enough, I went to the alchemists and purchased a small package of powder to help combat a rat problem. I returned to the Rose garden and began preparations. I was nearly ready to make my move when two of the regular women came into my little room supporting my mother. She was worse then ever, asleep it wood seem, but from the look of her I was unsure whether she would ever wake up. I put my mother into her bed and I left for the kitchen. I found the plate headed up to the owners room and I poured the powder into a mug and brought it up with dinner. I arrived at the door and knocked twice. The only response was a grunt; I entered and brought the try over to the owner. He looked thirsty after what he had done to mother and it came as no surprise when he went straight for his cup. He drained it threw it to me and told me to bring him another. I said "no." He looked at me returning instantly to the face I had seen only months ago and began to walk toward me. Ten steps away, he kept coming, nine steps away no sign of slowing, 7 steps away still coming strong, 6 steps away, he hesitated for a moment, 5 steps away he was on his knees. He looked up to me and said "You have killed me, I am poisoned."
I looked at him remembering all the things he had done to mother and responded "That is rat poison it can not possible kill something as retched as you."
I wiped the blade of the slender knife clean and looked at the dead body of my father. Finally my other will be happy, and she will know that I love her. It would only be a matter of time before someone noticed what had happened to father and I could not be hear when they did, so I gathered my meager belongings complete with my new knife and headed out into the streets.
The streets were a dangerous place. There were few places fit for one to live, and even less for one to sleep. They were not much but they were home. I learned to love them and they loved me back. After a year had passed on the streets I had gained untold knowledge of how to get buy preying on the unprepared and innocent. I will say honestly that at first I had very little skill, I was just fast. Finesse developed over time but that is another story. By the time my 15th birthday arrived I had become rather proficient at what I did, one might even say I became lax in my precautions thinking myself so skilled. No matter how it came about I was apprehended and thrown into prison by some guards, whose wallets I had attempted to lift. I stayed long enough in prison to realize I didn't like it. So I slipped out one night. (Well obviously I didn't just slip away but we don't have all day) I decided that the city I inhabited was no longer the place for me to be so I went to the harbor and smuggled myself onto a ship, destination anywhere.
Sea travel is really unremarkable especially from the cargo hold, but it was taking me somewhere else. Life was terribly boring in the cargo hold but I managed to waste the days away Gaining entry into certain locked containers and pilfering food wand water. Weeks passed and nothing eventful happened until one particular day a small fleet of Dark elf corsairs ambushed my little boat. At this time in my life I was no particular match for a group of raving corsairs looking for their next pin cushion, so I did what I do best, I hid myself in box. Now how this came to be I am unsure, but I soon found that the very box I had inhabited along with myself were soon floating merrily at sea. It felt like months had passed when in reality I could have been no longer then a couple of days. One day I looked up to see there in the distance was land. I wasted no time and jumped out of the box and imitated what I figured a fish looked like.
I washed up on shore nearly drowned (I had never seen a live fish before) where a middle aged man came over to me and picked me up and carried me over to his little house on the boarder of the forest. There I learned that this man Canvid and his wife Milda lived here next to the forest where Canvid harvested lumber which was collected every month by ship. I decided that the best way to fit in with these two was to feign simple ness. Which I was particularly skilled at after living 13 years with my mother. Time passed and although I acted simple I actually learned a lot from Canvid. He unknowingly taught me how to live in and near the forest without being consumed by large animals or meeting similar unhappy ends. (Again I was not an expert in this field but I picked up the basics and built of them in the future) I enjoyed my stay with Canvid and Milda very much, but I can't say that I ever loved them. The same could be said for the forest, I never came to love it the way I loved the city. So one faithful autumn day at the ripe age of 16, I headed out in search of the nearest city.
From that point in my life I traveled the country moving from city to city, until eventually I ended up here.
Last edited by Agate; October 21st, 2005 at 17:21.
Agate's Theorem TM
Awesome + Awesome = Double Awesome
Okay, cool. I pen-and-paper roleplay, so this should be fun.
Firstly, a few questions. How do role-playing bonuses work online? Do we have experience? So we don't have to roll anything?:tongue: How do you do combat? What happens if someone posts when your posting and you say that something happens, but they said something else happened, do you just go back and edit it? Ok, thats it.
I'll post up a character soon, I'm a little busy just now.
LN: I didn't imply that the two groups worked together but I should have been clear. The two groups will not be working together (Unless they choose to later).
Dr Nick: Role-play bonuses work by your actions having a higher likely hood of success with your actions.
No you don't have to roll for anything.
That's for me to know
We'll cross that bridge when we come to it but I think editing would be the most likely outcome.
Name: Gerhart Rayner
Race: Human (last time I checked)
Age: Every man is entitled to his secrets If in doubt, check the picture.
Appearance: Flowing tattered grey robes, long grey beard, Gnarled wooden staff.
Career/Occupation: Empire Battle Wizard: Grey Wizard of the lore of shadow/Old drunkard.
Skills/Talents: Magic (lore of shadow), alchemy, knowledge of the occult, lore, telling of tales that go nowhere, getting extremely drunk.
Magic: How do you want to do this, should I roll on the table in the book? If so, what level wizard am I? I know I said battle wizard, which would imply level 1 to 2, this makes sense seeing as he was once a very powerful wizard, but his power has diminshed.
Background: Gerhart was once a young and powerful mage of the Grey Guardians (conveniently based in the crappiest section of Altdorf, even more conveniently, the one with the most taverns) he was at one point in line to be the Grand Master of the Order, but succumbed to an addiction to alchohol brought on by too many nights out with his colleauges. He grew up in a small hamlet east of Altdorf, and led a fairly simple and routine life until around the age of 7, when a mage from Altdorf visited the sleepy town of Heimlichton. Gerhart was recognised for his natural talents in the magic arts (mostly causing trouble around the place, invisibly stealing pies off of windowsills and the sort) and was taken to the Grey College for training.
He learned the ways of the grey wizards, adeptly studying the lore of shadow. He completed his studies at the age of 17, and was taken into service in the Altdorf army as a battle wizard. He took part in many a battle against countless foes, from Norse raiders to vile Vampire counts, to angry dwarves, to throngs of greenskins, to mischevous Skaven to the Hordes of Chaos themselves. By the age of 40 he had made his way up through the ranks of wizards, becoming a high mage of the order, and many thought he would soon take over the grandmaster's position.
After a particulary gruesome battle against a necrach vampire lord, Gerhart discovered an ancient tome of unparaleled power in the dark arts. He took it back to the Grandmaster of the order, who shunned it and said to 'take it back to shadows from whence it came', Gerhart openly defied him, and instead took it back to his house for a little light reading.
He studied the book intensely, but litle did he know that Von Karssen the Necrach vampire had risen again, and wanted his ancient tome back imminently. One fateful night, Von Karssen returned, and demanded his tome returned. Gerhart refused, and a spectacular duel ensued. When it was over, Gerhart lie weakened on the ground, power sapped from him. Von Karssen spared his life, but only so Gerhart could watch his wife and children die before his eyes. Von Karssen returned to his lands, never to be seen again by Gerhart.
When the grey college found out about the events of that night, Gerhart was expelled from the order of the grey guardians forever. With that went his chances of ever becoming grand master, and his chances of finding the one who murdered his family and destryoed his life.
Gerhart took up drinking, and never left the taverns for months after the incident, but soon found the resolve to pull himself together, gather up what artifacts he had remaining from his time as a battle wizard, and set out to find the man who ruined him. These artifacts were his wizard's staff from his time in the order, a crystal ball that a skaven seer had in his possesion before his 'untimely' death, and a biting blade that he appropriated from a mercenary captain who took the Orcs side duiring a skirmish in the Border princes. He never fully gave up drinking, and always carries a flask of rum around with him,
For the past 20 years, Gerhart has searched for Von Karssen, and has vowed his revenge upon him if it's the last thing he does. He has spent time in the Great Holds of the dwarves, who share his love of drinking, and he developed a taste for dwarven ale. He has travelled to the northern wastes of kislev, and spent time with the barbarians there. He has visited the low lands of the Moot, and consorted with the strange halfling folk for a time. He has even ventured into the dread wastes of Sylvania, but never speaks of what he witnessed there upon returning.
Gerhart is still in search of Von Karssen to this day, and will exact his revenge, in this life or the next.
Well, thats my character, hope it's okay!
I hope this is ok, but I thought would add an evil element, Mwhahahahaha!!
Name: Giles De Raufeir
Race: Vampire (Blood Dragon)
Appearance: Pale skinned with dark piercing eyes, Giles stands at a little over 6 feet tall, and while slim, is in excellent physical condition
Skills: Limited Magical know-how, (basic Necromantic spells), excellent at both armed and unarmed combat, and a skilled horse rider.
The story of Giles De Raufier starts 220 years ago, when he was a young and impetuous knight of the Bretonnian realm. He had been training all of his adolescent life for the opportunity of fighting for King and the Lady, and finally his time had come.
A battle had started just outside of his home town, just to the south of the Grey Mountains. A servant of the Red Duke had amassed a great tide of the undead, and now was his time to prove his steel in battle. He had been gifted with a new suit of fine plate armour by his Father, and a new steed from the town stables, and with his lance, he was sure he could send many a foul being screaming back to hell.
However the impetuous young knights dreams of glory were short lived. The first expedition, of which he was a member was ambushed, many brave knights were pulled from there steeds an devoured before his eyes, by ravenous wolves. In the end, only he was left, attempting to fend off an army all by himself. He stood surrounded, outnumbered and with no hope of survival. He offered up a prayer to the lady and charged, smashing through as many of these daemon creatures as he could. All of a sudden the creatures began to back off, parting as if they were merely puppets of some greater darkness.
Forward strode a Knight, standing in solid blood red plate armour, pale as the moon itself, with eyes that made the knight freeze in terror. Giles steadied himself and charged on foot towards this daemon. He swung his sword with the ferocity of a thunderbolt, only to find his opponent was missing from the spot. He felt cold metal pierce his skin and everything went black.
To his surprise Giles awoke in a cage in the mountains. The beast had sparred him, but for what purpose. Over time Giles began to wish he hadnâ€™t. Every day he was tortured, forced to fight off against other prisoners, or worse against the Vampire that imprisoned him. After one such encounter, he demanded of the daemon that they fight on even terms, this was the last mistake of Giles De Raufier, for the price of this challenge was the blood kiss.
Over the next 70 years he was instructed by his new master, and began to delight in the games in which his creator had made him endure. One night however, all this would change, as he challenged his master to single combat. Swords flew between these two at remarkable speed, but in the end it was his masters body that lay headless on the ground.
Giles De Raufier now wanders the realm looking for new playthings, or for a challenge for his martial prowess.
I don't know about armaments etc, but i'm assuming you are rolling for that.
I hope this is ok
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Dr. Nick: All wizards start at equivalent of lvl 1.
ginger: Nice character but just bear in mind he will only be the equivalent of a thrall. No you choose your own equipment but no magic items.
Name: Snythe Sharp-claw
Age: I have no knowledge of skaven age, but he'd be young for skaven.
Appearance: Deep dark brown fur. Dark red eyes. Has a scar on the left side of his face.
Skills: Stealth, finding people, limited poison knowledge, throwing weapons, hand to hand combat with fighting claws.
Background: Snythe, a newly made Eshin assassin, is an foolishly brave young rat who is willing to take risks to climb the ranks. I'll add more later
Last edited by sinister_bunny; October 7th, 2005 at 00:01.
00:12:50-) (+Hard_Aun|sleepage) anyway, three months back i got out of bed and came downstairs loud, fast and naked with a club