A Kingdom's Fate (Rp): Ended.

[The Zango]

OT: I'm in need of a Protector :/

I've chosen five, but I'm still deciding...

@BigZ225: If you could describe the "fighting claws" more accurately please and put the pictures in two seperate spoilers and add how he presents himself in conversation.

@Captain Pirate: Your skills describe the one of a Blademaster or a Berserker even, not quite Bard material..... :/

I've spoiler boxed the pics, expalined the claws and his conversation style is there anything else i can do? i really want to do this RP.

 

[Jav3lin]

I thought I explained that Half-Bounds were the only creatures capable of magic, and Half-Bounds live in The Northern Mountains, hiding from society. Plus, Half-Bounds are illegal, because you never know if this one can perform magic, and that one can't, so you just kill them both to make sure, you know?
Better safe than sorry rule goes without saying there

EDIT: Very good, I'll get on reading that now then.

 

[Dragon_of_red]

I thought I explained that Half-Bounds were the only creatures capable of magic, and Half-Bounds live in The Northern Mountains, hiding from society. Plus, Half-Bounds are illegal, because you never know if this one can perform magic, and that one can't, so you just kill them both to make sure, you know?
Better safe than sorry rule goes without saying there

I knew only half bounds could use magic, but i thought you were just too lazy to make another magic iwelding class... Even just one like an enchanter would be nice...

 

[Jav3lin]

I knew only half bounds could use magic, but i thought you were just too lazy to make another magic iwelding class... Even just one like an enchanter would be nice...

Hmm. I might give that some thought for Chapter 4 actually.

@BigZ225: Are his claws concealed or no?

 

[The Zango]

I knew only half bounds could use magic, but i thought you were just too lazy to make another magic iwelding class... Even just one like an enchanter would be nice...

Hmm. I might give that some thought for Chapter 4 actually.

@BigZ225: Are his claws concealed or no?

He puts them on just before a battle, otherwise he keeps them on his person. They dont take very long to ready however and he has had alot of experience where he has had to slip them on quickly.

 

[Dragon_of_red]

I knew only half bounds could use magic, but i thought you were just too lazy to make another magic iwelding class... Even just one like an enchanter would be nice...

Hmm. I might give that some thought for Chapter 4 actually.

@BigZ225: Are his claws concealed or no?

Im heeeelllppppiiinnnggggg.

I just thougt that maybe like a BlackMarket type deal Enchanter to make Magic weapons might work... It would make my Black Arrows make more sense.

 

[Jav3lin]

Im heeeelllppppiiinnnggggg.

I just thougt that maybe like a BlackMarket type deal Enchanter to make Magic weapons might work... It would make my Black Arrows make more sense.

I'll keep that in mind when I'm expanding the map. I have now chosen six, but I'm still going to wait for ThreeWords, ravensshade and Broken Orange...

 

[Dragon_of_red]

Alright, well, since ive posted my thing, and i have school in the morning, im going to sleep.

Feel free to poke and prod the hell out of my Guy... Go nuts.

 

[Jav3lin]

I've added The Guild to the Orders and Cults spoiler in the OP.

Auditions end in 3:30 hours.
I've already picked the six lucky ones, but some of them might become unlucky if the sheets that I'm waiting for are better.

 

[The Zango]

Alright, well, since ive posted my thing, and i have school in the morning, im going to sleep.

Feel free to poke and prod the hell out of my Guy... Go nuts.

*pokes and prods his character*

 

[Jav3lin]

Regarding Combat and Traveling:

Combat will take place in a dozen of combat posts, followed by a kill shot. A kill shot ends the combat scene by either killing the main boss monster, or the last opponent standing.
If you decide to go for the kill shot, the result of that action will need the opponent wounded. The more the opponent is wounded, the easier the kill and a less chance of getting wounded yourself.

Traveling will work with you people in the group, chatting and describing your feelings and thoughts. I will step in now and then to describe the scenery and what you see, be it your mission objective, passage ways or enemy encounters.

More on this subject later.

 

[The Zango]

Regarding Combat and Traveling:

Combat will take place in a dozen of combat posts, followed by a kill shot. A kill shot ends the combat scene by either killing the main boss monster, or the last opponent standing.
If you decide to go for the kill shot, the result of that action will need the opponent wounded. The more the opponent is wounded, the easier the kill and a less chance of getting wounded yourself.

Traveling will work with you people in the group, chatting and describing your feelings and thoughts. I will step in now and then to describe the scenery and what you see, be it your mission objective, passage ways or enemy encounters.

More on this subject later.

So is it like

'Ra'ive see's the monster, its wounded he runs up and stabs it in the face' but more creative/descriptive?

 

[Jav3lin]

So is it like

'Ra'ive see's the monster, its wounded he runs up and stabs it in the face' but more creative/descriptive?

Yes, and then I describe the creature's retaliation and sum up the party's injuries.

-snip-

Describe the leather armor you have on and flesh out appearance and personality please.

 

[Malifact]

Gentlemen, we have a problem.

This is a sausage-fest. I demand that at least one member of the female genus accompany us on our epic journey!

Spoiler: Preferably a Drow female... you know what I'm talking about

 

[Souldemon8]

Gentlemen, we have a problem.

This is a sausage-fest. I demand that at least one member of the female genus accompany us on our epic journey!

Preferably a Drow Female...

Spoiler: You know what I'm talking about

I second that motion.

 

[Jav3lin]

Well... there is Ellondra :/ She's not a Drow, she's Human. I know you want a sexy black-skinned elf traveling with you, but sometimes life is like a box of chocolate, you never know what you're gonna get :]

 

[not_the_dm]

Spoiler: how about this Drow

Be afraid, very afraid...

 

[Jav3lin]

[HEADING=1]Accepted Characters[/HEADING]​

Now, since 3W, Broken Orange and ravensshade haven't responded to my PM's even if they were online and haven't even posted on this thread saying anything about anything, I have chosen the lucky seven! I was meaning to start this RP off on Sunday Afternoon, but I was willing to give exceptions regarding the last three players. No more. However, you can submit a sheet still, via PM and if it's good I'll throw you on the Reservation list. Submitting a sheet last does not mean you will be contacted last. I will contact those who are needed to balance the group, not the best ones or the ones with the most post count or even the ones who came first.

Now, those of you who did not make the cut, but still put nice effort and love into your sheets, and I liked them, you will remain on the Reservation list and be contacted as soon as a spot opens up in the RP.

NOW! For the good part.

After hours upon end of looking over your sheets, talking to many of you, I am dead certain of four players, but the choice between the last two has been incredibly difficult on me, and I hope the group will find balance.

Those in charge of Calemdar's Fate aaaaaaaaare:

Spoiler: Blademaster

Name: Ellondra Renaldo [Prefers to be addressed by her surname]

Age: 26

Gender: F

Race: Human

Class: Blademaster

Skills: Extensive training in the Royal Guard's Port Wesburg branch, fluent in Dwarven and Elven. Diplomatic and very obviously ambitious for officership. The best in her division in terms of both skill and intelligence.

Appearance: 5'10", sun-tanned with an agile, athletic build. Hazel eyes. Her long chestnut hair is her absolute pride: every painstaking curl is a discipline not unlike militant mens' grooming routines. She does not tie or restrain it. Her piercing gaze and persistently set jaw make her appear very fierce and stern, though she is actually just thinking very hard. Calloused hands reflect her years of training.

Equipment: EDIT: Ellondra wears boots suited for riding, leather breeches dyed a dark grey, and a silk blouse beneath her chain mail. There's a colored sash around one arm denoting rank. Armor is the Guards' standard issue--for the most part. She forfeits defense for speed and grace, therefore wearing a lightweight breastplate over a chainmail shirt, light shin protection, and an iron bracer on her right forearm to deflect attacks in place of a shield. She wields a falchion at her hip, much preferring the curved blade to the standard issue weapons. If applicable in the situation, carries her personal effects in a bag across her shoulders: maps, documents, matches, a knife, dried fruit in case of low blood sugar, and a single flare... She is always prepared. EDIT: As the daughter of a merchant and on the Guards' salary: 350 gold.

Personality: Though diligent and driven, her seriousness is often mistaken for brutality where it is actually engrossed concentration and occasionally absentmindedness. Is quick to sarcasm out of habit more than humor. Composed and structured on the field and off of it. Is fond of strange and exotic things but does not enjoy being surprised [surprise = swift stabbing].

Backstory: Ellondra grew up the only daughter of a widowed man in Port Wesburg, and he brought her up the way he himself had been raised: with strict military discipline. Her proud parent knew she was destined for a life of law and combat the instant she used a stick to chase down and beat rebellious neighborhood children in the busy market streets. Challenging herself with her privileged education, she finished it posthaste to be prepared to join the Guard the moment she was able. She has attacked the regimen with vigor and still seeks to continue climbing the ladder of rank.

At home, she has taken command of her father's household, including property, investments, finances, and whatever other resources she could bring under her control--because there's just no one better to do it.

Extra/Note: Originally left-handed, she has trained herself to be ambidextrous for "fairness". Her hobby is entomology, making her occasionally extremely creepy.

Spoiler: Eastern Warrior

Name: Vik'nar Hashi'shin

Age: 30

Gender: M

Race: Sever-Elf

Class: Eastern Warrior

Skills: Vik'nar above all else prides himself on having eyes and ears where no one expects, sometimes his own. When he is not capable of hiring the very best, he's well rumored to be quite capable of entering an guarded compound and leaving behind just a single slashed neck. He's not a bad chef either.

Appearance: He wears the blank face of a Sever-Elf worn down by years of slavery. Black hair is left to roughly an unkept shoulder length. A scar runs down the left side of his face, the eye works well enough in darkness, but has become increasingly sensitive to the light. He wears an eye patch. Slightly taller than an average sever-elf, and a light wiry frame ready to spring into action or run the other way.

Equipment:
Tan and black - boots, pants and tunic with a tan head scarf/wrap.
2 finely honed katars(I'm going for a little bit of a Eastern-Indian vibe, if these kind of daggers are outside the lore then replace with dirks or the like)
10 throwing daggers, hidden in various sleeves and pockets. Vik'nar seems to be able to make them appear and disappear from thin air.
2 vials of Black Lotus poison
Book - Primer on Alchemy: Potions and Poisons
Book - Cooking: Herelden Ethnic Dishes
2 vials of oil
Travel's Pack - bed roll, flint, tinder and a water-skin.

100g, although he claims to have thousands more merely "tied up" at the moment.

Personality: If at all possible, Vik'nar avoids a "fair fight". He's planned poorly if such a rare event occurs. While he has conditioned himself to try to plan and act rationally, if his backs to the wall he'll go with whatever crazy insane idea he entertains first. His reasoning is it hasn't failed him yet!... well accept that incident with the eye, but that was a really a different situation, honest.

*started getting a feel for the character. So I'm oddly switch to first person here, hope no one minds.

Backstory: Ah the Herelden slums, need I say more? Oh why yes I was able to dig myself up from relative squaller to only above average squaller. As a boy, I served as a kitchen staff in some pompous noble's house. No one could dice an onion faster than I, and I never cried once! However when I was ten I was accused of stealing a silver spoon. I knew it was actually the young misses who took it to buy sweets in the market, but just you guess who the man-at-arms looked to first.

I was however able to use my talents to help out in my families restaurant. Most of our profits, if any, we taken by The Guild for 'protection'. My teenage years were mostly spent preparing Herelden Spiced Surprise, trust me - you don't want to know what the surprise is, and throwing our kitchen knives against a small target on the far wall. One day, The Guild's goons demanded double their normal protection funds, with hardly a coin to feed ourselves and keep the business going - in a rage I threw one of the knives clean through his eye.

I was quickly sent away with a distant uncle who had been able to carve together a merchant's caravan after many generations of slavery. I traveled - meeting many a contact all over the land. My uncle, wanting me to do more than take up space, made sure that I trained mind and body with ways learned from The East that were passed down through his family.

I had only just recently returned to Herelden with intent to carve out my own syndicate of the slums from The Guild.

Extra / Note: Years of hardship and years on the road has made Vik'nar fiercely loyal to his family.

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Spoiler: Eastern Warrior

Name: Ra'ive Ter'sal

Age: 70

Gender: M

Race: Elf

Class: Eastern warrior

Skills: Ra'ive being poor prefers to fight hand-to-hand, with ar pair of imprivised (yet deadly) fighting claws or his throwing knives. It is known that while he is not very strong he relies on amazing sharp reflexes, deadly speed and precision. He is very proficient at sneaking and stealth and so often he chooses to opt for subtlety rather than violence

Appearance: Rave has a long thin face, brown fair hair that goes down the sides of his face and a long scars all over his face the most prominent of whicg goes from his top lip to his adams apple. He is 5'8 feet tall and abit smaller than average build. He wears a black cloak that goes down to his feet with a hood over it and a metal mask, when asked about the mask he becomes very defensive and tries to change the subject.

Spoiler: his mask and hood

This was my inspiration for the mask and hood. Just replace the guns, katana. For the main body think darth maul.

Spoiler: his chest and legs

Just mentaly photoshop them toghether.


Equipment:
At least 20x throwing knives
Wrist tape
Fighting claws : What started out as just two sharp blades loosly tied to his fists (think predator claws that are always out) have over the years been tinkered and changed to incorporate hand protection and he has found newer, better blades. With these and his hand-to-hand fighting prowess he is a force to be reckoned with!

Spoiler: The claws they arn't as high tech or alien looking as that though

175 gold
A pipe
Usually a small poach of Black rock or Cea-weed

Personality: Out of combat Ra'ive can be quite plesant if not occasionally sarcastic and condesending, he prefers to work alone when possible since he finds it hard to trust others and feels that they will hinder him. In combat he seems to transform from talkative and semi-outgoing, to deadly silence and steely calm. When talking with others he prefers to let them do the talking and he only talks when he must share his views or make a sarcastic comment, but despite his seeming hostilitly to everybody and lone wolf persona he secretly craves to be accepted into another group and belong

Backstory: Born on the streets of Herelden his parents where killed when he was very young and he was left under the care of his slightly older brother. They committed various crimes and were soon accepted into The Guild, the most powerful gang in the slums and over ten years of loyal, yet brutal service his brother had finally risen to the rank of Lieutenant. He began learning the 'eastern ways' from a client he was sent to rough up. Seeing the man could not pay protection money, Ra'ive allowed the man to live as-long as he tutored him in the Eastern ways and he quickly mastered it, turning him into a deadly fighter. One day he heard a rumour that it was the Guild that killed his parents over protection money and flying into a blind rage attacked them. His brother corrupted by the power afforded to him by the Guild fought him to a stand still and this resulted in Ra'ive's exile from the slums. For the past 40 years he has been working as a freelance assassin, avoiding when possible the slums of Herelden or even the great city all together and honing his skills should he meet his brother again.

Extra / Note: Ra'ive's brother as far as he knows is still alive, may still be associated with the Guild and Ra'ive himself knows a thing or two about the guilds inner workings. However this information carries the heavy burden of memories and guilt, so it shall take alot of trust for him to reveal his past. Also during his time with the Guild he developed an addiction for Black rock before moving onto Ceaweed

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Spoiler: Mage

Name: Brother Evela

Age: 200

Gender: Male

Race: Ancient

Class: Mage


Appearence: Brother Evela has pure white hair with white skin, from being blessed by Gyia. 6'5. The mark of the ancients has spread over half of his face now. He wears a pure white mask crafted by his mother to cover his mark. His eyes are a white or at best a light blue.

Equipment: Pure White Robe
Small Dagger
Small Gourd filled with water.
A Face mask to cover his markings.

Personality: Evela is very formal in his speech, talking in a hushed tone, never speaking loud, unless to yell commands in the battle field, or to name attacks. He only attacks if attacked first or ordered too. And without Mercy, believing he is sending them to Gyia. In battle she keeps his compsure, his first instinct is to protect, so his barrier and healing spells are used frequently.

Backstory: Brother Evela was brought up with the Monks. He spent his first 25 years there, before being 'hounoured' as a sacrifice to Gyia. He chose it willingly. He was killed on an Alter, but came back to life 30 minutes later, after visiting Gyia. He was told he could go back to life, but with the pain of wathcing everyone he loves die before him, but he will also help a countless number of people. Sacrificing himself, he came back as an ancient, the tatto was only on his shoulder blade. He spent his last 175 years perfecting his magic. He just left the Monks now, to help as many people as he can, wearing his face mask over himself to cover the tattoo.

Extra Notes: The Mask was made by his mother, he cherishes it and will not let it break or get a scrath, if it does, he goes berserk.

Spoiler: Berserker

Name: Acento Malankov

Age: 22

Gender: M

Race: Men

Class:Berserker

Skills:Expert with claymores and war hammers,
high mental and physical endurance, can survive on meager food and water supplies, some skill in hunting

Appearance: Slightly tanned, 6 foot 1 inches, muscular, black, short hair, blue eyes, scar on left cheek, clean shaven, fairly handsome

Equipment: Steel two-handed claymore with 23 notches along the blade, thick, battle worn black metal suit of heavy Armour (pic below), black and gold crusader helmet (pic below), black and gold Charlemagne shield (pic below), 350 gold, pipe and tobacco, 5 days of supplies, 7 inch knife (used mostly for skinning)

Personality: Becomes quite volatile in combat, and rarely stops unless told to, as if possessed. Out of combat he is kind and jocular. He almost never starts fights but always finishes them. He tries to be polite but his language can be a bit rough. Does his best to please people. However there is an underlying sense of anger in him

Backstory: Born and raised in one of the poorer areas of Herelden, his parents brought him up to have no prejudices against others, over the years things went wrong for his family and this came to a head with his father being throw in prison for attacking an elf while drunk after losing his job. Many saw this as a hate crime and Acento and his mother left after abuse from neighbors. For his sixteenth birthday Acento received his father's claymore. Over the next few months he trained himself to be a formidable force with this weapon, even wining a few fighting competitions. however, tragedy struck when his mother was murdered. Acento hunted for her killer and found him after a week. He was found the next day dead, skinned and castrated in the town square. Acento spent the next few years in the wilderness, hunting deer and became quite well know for his skills.He returned to Herelden and by the age of 20 he had a small business. He received the Armour he now wears after winning a fighting competition. It is through his numerous victories that he started to become famous around and in Herelden. The more he won, the bigger of a reputation he garnered, it was through this that he came to the king's attention and some say he is financialy tied to King Herald.


Extra / Note: The notches on his sword indicate the number of people he has killed

Evy Silverbreed - Deceased.

My deepest condolences for those who did not make the cut. Those who's sheets I liked will be put on the reservation list, the others will be taken off it.
I will start Chapter: one in a few minutes.