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The Triad: A Fantasy RP(Open- 2 spaces left)
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As one crowd formed for the Magician, another formed on another side of the city, though this one seemed to be moving, almost like a bubble caught in a stream. in the center of this "bubble" walked the large menacing figure of a cloaked minotaur. However the hood of the cloak had been cut twice to make room for his horns, and his hooves were still easy to spot by anyone within 20 feet. He still was a truly intimidating sight, and the steam coming from his snout didn't quite help the situation either.
However great the attention he was getting, the humans didn't really get that much of a response from him. He looked straight ahead, not saying a word, inhaling and exhaling deeply quite calmly. He didn't even seem to be lost at all, which was another puzzling fact for the civilians, as minotaurs weren't exactly known for their memory.
However great the attention he was getting, the humans didn't really get that much of a response from him. He looked straight ahead, not saying a word, inhaling and exhaling deeply quite calmly. He didn't even seem to be lost at all, which was another puzzling fact for the civilians, as minotaurs weren't exactly known for their memory.
Shiloh arrived at the South side of Demsfir roughly an hour later. He was greeted by several guards notifying him that he couldn't enter.
"I've been travelling for ten days, I demand an answer as to why I can't enter."
"This is a crime scene, you have to use either the East or West entrance."
"Crime scene? Don't tell me a few kids got caught out past curfew, you guards are--"
"No, but a wizard broke into the cemetary last night and ressurected the dead."
Shiloh peered past the guard, hundreds of holes had been dug, coffins lay open, and a guard had been burned to a crisp.
"Holy leaping lesbian dragons!"
"Indeed, now move along, nothing to see."
"I've been travelling for ten days, I demand an answer as to why I can't enter."
"This is a crime scene, you have to use either the East or West entrance."
"Crime scene? Don't tell me a few kids got caught out past curfew, you guards are--"
"No, but a wizard broke into the cemetary last night and ressurected the dead."
Shiloh peered past the guard, hundreds of holes had been dug, coffins lay open, and a guard had been burned to a crisp.
"Holy leaping lesbian dragons!"
"Indeed, now move along, nothing to see."
hm, a possible recruit, must see if he would join my gang Gary walked over to the man and said, "Hello, my name is Gary, I see you are interested in the grave yard, well, there are worse things than zombies in the world you know. Anyways, would you care joining my, uh, 'group' ?" Gary smiled at the last word.
If not, feel free to ignore the following.
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NAME: Albert Tiachas
GENDER: Male
AGE: 19
BIO: Al was born in a very small village in Southern Hethinray. One day, when Al was about 12, A small group of bandits showed up, demanding the villagers hand over all their food and valuables. They were quickly repelled, but vowed they would return. A few days later, they made good on their threat, only this time, they came with greater numbers and magic. The villagers never stood a chance. With only a handful of people armed with farming tools in their way, the bandits had no trouble razing the village to the ground, taking whatever they could. In the chaos, Al was able to escape before he was killed, running as fast and as far as his legs would carry him. A few days later, Al, starving and exhausted, arrived in a small town, where he was taken in by a kind old man named Wendel, a retired soldier who ran the town's general store. Over the next few years, Al worked at Wendel's store to pay him back for his kindness, and was taught some self-defence that Wendel had learned in his younger years. After a while, bandits started becoming more and more frequent in the area, and Al wanted to learn some of the magic that Wendel knew in order to help protect the town. Wendel agreed to teach him, but only under the condition that Al get himself a licence in Demsfir once he had learned enough to defend himself during the journey there.
Al now has that licence, and is now preparing himself for the trip home.
WEAPONS: A short cutlass, and a wooden walking stick.
APPEARANCE: Average height, a bit thin, and somewhat pale. Has long, messy blond hair, dark circles under his green eyes, which are usually half-open, and a slightly longer than average nose. Wears a white shirt, black pants, a tattered brown cloak, and a wide brimmed straw hat with a string that goes down to his chin. Also wears gloves, boots and a vest, all made of leather.
SKILLS: Omega magic, Light weaponry, Agile.
FLAWS: Alpha and Gamma magic, Heavy equipment.
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NAME: Albert Tiachas
GENDER: Male
AGE: 19
BIO: Al was born in a very small village in Southern Hethinray. One day, when Al was about 12, A small group of bandits showed up, demanding the villagers hand over all their food and valuables. They were quickly repelled, but vowed they would return. A few days later, they made good on their threat, only this time, they came with greater numbers and magic. The villagers never stood a chance. With only a handful of people armed with farming tools in their way, the bandits had no trouble razing the village to the ground, taking whatever they could. In the chaos, Al was able to escape before he was killed, running as fast and as far as his legs would carry him. A few days later, Al, starving and exhausted, arrived in a small town, where he was taken in by a kind old man named Wendel, a retired soldier who ran the town's general store. Over the next few years, Al worked at Wendel's store to pay him back for his kindness, and was taught some self-defence that Wendel had learned in his younger years. After a while, bandits started becoming more and more frequent in the area, and Al wanted to learn some of the magic that Wendel knew in order to help protect the town. Wendel agreed to teach him, but only under the condition that Al get himself a licence in Demsfir once he had learned enough to defend himself during the journey there.
Al now has that licence, and is now preparing himself for the trip home.
WEAPONS: A short cutlass, and a wooden walking stick.
APPEARANCE: Average height, a bit thin, and somewhat pale. Has long, messy blond hair, dark circles under his green eyes, which are usually half-open, and a slightly longer than average nose. Wears a white shirt, black pants, a tattered brown cloak, and a wide brimmed straw hat with a string that goes down to his chin. Also wears gloves, boots and a vest, all made of leather.
SKILLS: Omega magic, Light weaponry, Agile.
FLAWS: Alpha and Gamma magic, Heavy equipment.
Still open, but I hope you don't plan on heading for the villiage anytime soon, there's still a lot of story left.Jeff Gibson said:
Shiloh narrowed his eyes at the man, he sounded very suspicous.
"What exactly does this 'group' of yours do? Illegal practice of magic, raising the dead?"
Shiloh cocked an eyebrow.
"Well, in short, I can't perform any sort of magic, I am good at hand to hand combat though. Also we better get a little farther from the gaurds if you want to continue this conversation."
On second thought, never mind, I'm good.
Meanwhile, in another part of the city, a young student of the Omega Triad wandered the streets, hopelessly lost. Al had been out here for a while, and was no closer to finding the inn he was staying at. Sighing heavily, he pulled out a map of the city, counting on it to once again help him return to his room. Suddenly, the wind picked up, ripping the map from his hands. Al reached for the map as it danced just beyond his grasp, before it was carried down the street.
"No, come back!" Al ran off after his only means of finding his way in this confusing city.
As the Minotaur continued his way down the street, he stopped and pricked his ears up, as he heard a small amount of shouting, before being struck in the face with a piece of paper, which, (To the bystander's surprise), caused the minotaur to let out a quick scream as he scrambled to remove the paper from his face. "Get it off me! Get it off me!"
Al was relieved to see that the map's journey had been cut short, and slowed to a light jog as he approached the large figure in possession of his map. Though his face was covered by the paper, Al could clearly see the horns atop his head, and, had he noticed the man's feet, would not have been thinking What a nice-looking hat. As he got closer, wondering briefly about the crowd following this person, he spoke. "Thank you! I thought for a second I'd lost that."
"Sir we really should get away from here, there is a monster coming towards us and the guards are getting suspicious of our chat." Gary began to become nervous as guards began staring at him once more.
At the mention of monster, Shiloh drew his sword in reflex, turning sharply. He held his shield out in front of him, shields had fell out of use since guns, but it was always nice to have something between him and the monster's claws, even if it wasn't the impervious suits of armor displayed in the windows of shops, it was better than nothing.
"Sir we really don't need to risk injuries, just follow me to my "little" shop, and I can explain to you what my group does." Gary pulled out his best pistol. "You know shields are outdated because of these, I could get you one if you join." Said Gary smiling.
"No thanks, I've never been a fan of loud noises."
Shiloh sheathed his sword, but kept his sheild out
"Besides, even if it can't deflect a bullet, it's still saved my live more than a few times."
Shiloh followed the man to his shop, never straying less than a few steps behind.
"You never did tell me your name."
Shiloh sheathed his sword, but kept his sheild out
"Besides, even if it can't deflect a bullet, it's still saved my live more than a few times."
Shiloh followed the man to his shop, never straying less than a few steps behind.
"You never did tell me your name."
"Gary, Gary Frank, also ignore my stupid friend." Said Gary as they passed the decapitated body. "For years the Court had killed innocent people or prevented them from defending themselves with magic, they don't let cursed people cure themselves without a license and kill those who do it anyway. The court can't do anything right, it even didn't civilize the savage lands bordering this city! This city needs a new leader! I'm planning on forming a group to take down this so called "Court" and help me become the leader of this city! All members will share my power and glory! Are you with me or not?" Gary put back his pistol into his pocket, but didn't let go, this is usually the time when people turn on me
"SON OF A *****!"
Shiloh jumped back at the sight of the headless body, signs of toture were obvious.
"You. Are. Bonafide. One hundred percent. BONKERS!"
Shiloh let his hand rest on the hilt of his blade.
"While I detest the Court, I doubt taking them down is as simple as you think it to be. You only have one member."
Shiloh indicated towards the body.
"And the Court has an entire army of well trained guards, and hundreds of loyal subjects. Unless there's a hidden army I'm not seeing, you've less of a chance storming the castle than I do of winning Miss Teen Hethinray... I suggest you dispose of the body and forget this thing."
Shiloh turned towards the door.
"Now if you do decide to attack Castle Hethinray, can it wait until tomorrow, hopefully by then I'll have my Alpha liscence. Now I'm a man of my word, and promise to keep my mouth shut if you promise not to shoot me in the back."
Shiloh exited the building, spotting a minotaur wrestling with a piece of paper.
Shiloh jumped back at the sight of the headless body, signs of toture were obvious.
"You. Are. Bonafide. One hundred percent. BONKERS!"
Shiloh let his hand rest on the hilt of his blade.
"While I detest the Court, I doubt taking them down is as simple as you think it to be. You only have one member."
Shiloh indicated towards the body.
"And the Court has an entire army of well trained guards, and hundreds of loyal subjects. Unless there's a hidden army I'm not seeing, you've less of a chance storming the castle than I do of winning Miss Teen Hethinray... I suggest you dispose of the body and forget this thing."
Shiloh turned towards the door.
"Now if you do decide to attack Castle Hethinray, can it wait until tomorrow, hopefully by then I'll have my Alpha liscence. Now I'm a man of my word, and promise to keep my mouth shut if you promise not to shoot me in the back."
Shiloh exited the building, spotting a minotaur wrestling with a piece of paper.
"It can wait until tomorrow, or maybe after I have a few more members. Anyways who said we have to "storm" the castle, we would have much better luck sneaking in through a window to the court's main work room and then pick them off as they leave it. Also are you in or not?" Gary let's go of his pistol knowing that there is no use for it now that the dangerous part of the chat was over. Hm, asking people to join isn't as effective as bribing them, now that might work next time. Gary then ripped the body out of the nails and ripped off its arm, he then put it into a secret safe hidden under a trap door covered by a carpet. Last he lit the body on fire and then disposed of the ashes covering his fire retardant floor.