Chapter One : With Crimson Gore [o/a]

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Book One -
Chapter One : With Crimson Gore
Chapter Two : Black Become the Sun's Beams
Chapter Three : An Axe Age, a Sword Age

Book Two -
Chapter One : Gleipnir of a Divided Nation
Chapter Two : Litany of the Damned

Book Three -
Chapter One : Legacy of the Freyr
Chapter Two : Yggdrasil Aether
Chapter Three : Ragnarok

"It sates itself on the life-blood
of fated men,
paints red the powers' homes
with crimson gore.
Black become the sun's beams
in the summers that follow,
weathers all treacherous.

Do you still seek to know? And what?

Brothers will fight
and kill each other,
sisters' children
will defile kinship.
It is harsh in the world,
whoredom rife
—an axe age, a sword age
—shields are riven—
a wind age, a wolf age—
before the world goes headlong.
No man will have
mercy on another."
- Völuspá



The Table of Contents :
1. Story
2. Keep in Mind
3. Profile Skeleton and Ranks
4. Accepted Characters and OOC
5. Rules and Guidelines

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Chapter One : Story

The Kingdom of Midgard is not as it seems; happiness, virtue, and all the qualities of an ideal land decorate the superficiality. However, a civil war is on the brink of eruption....

A society of assassins, known as the Freyr, desire nothing but the freedom to worship their chosen god and press back the Templar's oppression against them - although they must forsake their ancestors' pact to never rebel against the Templar's rule.

The Templar of Yggdrasil want nothing but for the Freyr to keep their word - a promise to serve the religion of Heimdall in exchange for a part of the land. However, this cannot be achieved without bloodshed and twists of morals.

What is peace? What is war? What is good? What is evil? Welcome to Midgard - where everything that is fair, is foul.... and all that is foul, is fair.

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Chapter One : Keep in Mind

You are either an assassin of Freyr, or a Templar of Yggdrasil.

Will you forsake your promise and brand yourself as a traitor.... to serve who you want, and fight off those who oppress you?

or....

Will you shed the blood of hundreds and test your morals to its limits.... to silence those who threaten the very peace of the kingdom?

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Chapter One : Profile Skeleton and Ranks

[b]Username:[/b]
[b]Name:[/b]
[b]Age:[/b]
[b]Gender:[/b]
[b]Alignment:[/b] (Templar of Yggdrasil, or Assassin of Freyr)
[b]Rank:[/b]
[b]Biography:[/b]
[b]Personality:[/b]
[b]Portrait:[/b]

Ranks:

Assassins of Freyr:
- The Lord of the Fenrir - (taken) [The leader of the assassins.]
- The Fenrisulfr - (0 of 5 open) [The five chosen assassins who take orders directly from the Lord of the Fenrir.]
- The Garm - (0 of 5 open) [The five chosen assassins who serve the Fenrisulfr (one for each member.)]
- The Skirnir - (unlimited) [Recruits, other assassins, etc.]

Templar of Yggdrasil
- The Lord of the Surtr - (taken) [The leader of the Templar.]
- The Knights of Frigg - (1 of 5 open) [The five chosen knight-advisers to the Lord of the Surtr.]
- The Knights of Odin - (0 of 5 open) [The five chosen knights who serve the Frigg (one for each member.)]
- The Knights of Magni - (unlimited) [Recruits, other Templar, etc.]

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Chapter One : Accepted Characters and OOC


Accepted Characters

OOC

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Chapter One : Rules and Guidelines

1. Follow the Gaia ToS.
2. I am the law here.
3. PM your profiles to me. Do not post them here.
4. Do not post anything unless you are accepted.
5. Highlight this: Title your PM's as "Ragnarok."
6. All those other generic RP rules go here....
7. Read the rules frequently. They are bound to change.
8. This is a SEMI-LITERATE to LITERATE roleplay. I won't get on your case about how long a post should be, but PLEASE spell out your words and try to incorporate proper grammar, and please write as much as you can.
9. Pretend this is to be in a semi-medieval setting. There are no guns, radios, lightsabers, etc.
10. You may create as many characters as you desire, but only if you can keep up with all of them.
11. Let's try to be realistic here. No magic, spells, dragons, etc.
12. I reserve the right to deny anyone's profile or kick anyone out.
13. This will be a finite RP. If you join, don't expect it to go on forever. However, Chapter Two will be out shortly after this ends.
14. If you are inactive for a considerable length of time, I will delete your profile without warning.
15. The names and terms used in this RP are based off of Ragnarok, a Norse mythology. However, they are just that - names only. They should not be taken literally.

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Missions were one thing, but training recruits were another. Vanir Fimbulvetr enjoyed his time out on missions and patrols, and training recruits meant that he had to get holed up in the Templar citadel all day long. It would be rather passable if the pupils had any sense in their mind to follow directions, but these fools couldn't hit a dummy even if they were surrounding them. Sometimes, he would take the recruits out on "field trips" to avoid the palace, but that always ended up with one of them getting lost and Vanir getting in trouble with the elders, or just getting in trouble because he actually took them out.

One of the recruits tried to swing his sword, but the blade was too heavy for him. The sword went flying, barely grazing Vanir's blue-and-silver armor. The boy was met with a piercing glare. If it were any other day, Vanir would have nearly crippled him. But he was feeling quite tired today; a walk in the streets of Midgard sounded nice. He asked a fellow Knight of Frigg to take care of the recruits, and headed out of the gates.

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Sleipnir sat on the rooftop of one of the shops in the city's marketplace, watching the passerby's and people shopping for food and such. There was nothing to do these days, so he figured he would do what Raayvn Loki (an old friend who disappeared a couple of years ago), would do. It wasn't exactly fun, but it was better than sitting in his murky room in the Freyr base.

He half-expected one of the Fenrisulfr to call for him on a mission, but he wasn't feeling very outgoing today. But if any of them called him, then he would have to go - especially if it was Oriane Bach. She was a frightening woman. She didn't talk much, in Sleipnir's experience as an assassin, but when she did it was a scary thing to listen to.
That always reminded him of Raayvn. He was a Fenrisulfr, and he two of them always stuck together ever since they left the Templar. They would go on mission together and always had each others backs until Balder sent him to Asgard. Was he still alive? He didn't know. No one knew except Balder. And it didn't matter anymore. Sleipnir was going to be a Fenrisulfr soon, as soon as he killed his mentor in the promotion ritual. He could feel the time drawing closer. And when he did become a rank higher, he could then finish what Raayvn and he intended to do without him.

[kare no tenshi]

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The streets were bustling with market vendors and customers alike. Surprisingly it was a great day for business and it was booming. Her sister trailed along behind her with her eyes wandering about in the crowd. The didn't both to hide their identities because they were now protected by the Assassins. In every shadow, there is said to be one waiting to strike. Talta glanced back at Fileya to check on her and then continued on. Their bright colorful outfits stood out in the crowd of village folk. Being a gypsy, they always did love vivid bright colors. Standing out was all part of the fun it had.

"Talta! Wait up," Fileya called out.

"Hm?"

"I saw one of the middle class assassins up there." She pointed up to the top of a building with she was just able to see a patch of dark hair.

"You want to check it out?"

"Yeah, let's go!"

The older sister of the two nodded her head with a smile and cut through the crowd to the alleyway next to the building. Down in the middle was a few crates and then clothes lines hung the rest of the way up. Talta sprinted to the crates, jumping up on top and then launching herself to the opposite side of the wall. From there, she jumped up to the clothes line and grabbed it, swinging her body up higher until reaching the top. The woman pulled herself over and waited for her sister to join and grabbed her hand to pull her up. She turned around to see the same figure still there and alone. Probably preferred it that way but Fileya would've gone by herself if she didn't volunteer.

"Excuse me. . My sister wanted to meet you."

"Hi there," she chimed in. She was smiling like a girl on her very first date, and it was really bothering Talta.

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[Hemlock Dressedel]

Shhhhhhhhnk. . . Shhhhhhhhnk. . . .Shhhhhhhhnk.

The sound of a whetstone as it passed over the well worn edge of a Templar Battle Ax was steady and almost hypnotic. The man seated just outside the gatehouse of the Palace was a familiar sight at this time of day. Spending a few hours going over his weapons, keeping them ready at all times. It relaxed him. One should always take care of their Weapons, for no matter how dirty or worn their armor may get, without a keen sword to protect themselves with, they were doomed either way.

Now, one walking past might think the man lost in his work. Well, they'd be wrong. The man's eyes were constantly moving under half hooded lids. Cataloging everything into memory. The man was a coiled spring of action under the false guise of Ease. He would be ready for anything at the drop of a hat. But, lately, nothing had been happening, It was quiet, which meant it was boring. So when He saw Fellow Knight Vanir Making his way towards the city, Cornelius stowed his equipment into their respective places and took step next to him. A nod was all he gave to his fellow in recognition and walked silently beside him. Cornelius would travel with him unless asked otherwise. Besides, a trip to the city would at least give him opportunity to talk with some of his Agents.

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"Yeah. straight through the throat. Just like that. You should have seen the looks on the kids' eyes."
"Really? Raayvn and Sleipnir? Why? They've seen death before."
"Didn't you know? The assassin boy was their friend."
"You've got to be kidding me. They were his friend? Of all people in Midgard, that boy?"
"They two of them are locked up in their rooms. They refuse to come out. I heard one of them crying."
"Serves them right. It's their fault, messing around with someone like that."

It was clear as day. The talks circling around them about how they took the execution of the assassin boy. Their friend. It was too much to handle - all of it. The death, the rumors, the lack of sympathy, the hatred. Raayvn and Sleipnir had left the very next day.

His thoughts were interrupted by two female assassins. They were dressed in bright colors, and had a foreign aura about them. Had they been travelers? They did dress like gypsies that could be seen here and there in the continent, but Sleipnir had always assumed that they didn't conform. This was a new and strange experience.

Skirnir.
Assassin recruits who had yet to show their potential.

"Afternoon," he replied while he remained seated. His expression was rather stoic and empty, but he had no intention of sending them away. It was quite boring by himself, anyway. The woman that had addressed him first a lot more exotic and foreign, while her sister looked friendlier and more "normal."

'What might two Skirnir be doing out here on such a day? I thought the Lord had wanted all of them in the halls training." He observed the two of them. Technically, he probably wasn't supposed to be out here, too.
"Don't worry. I won't report you two."

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▍▍▎▏Vanir

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Cornelius Serpentia.
The man was a monster in heavy armor. Not as in a negative way, but a way to describe the intimidating stature of the hulk of a man. And also respectable. The knight had a dark, unfortunate past like many of the Templar in service. But it seemed like it didn't cripple the man into insanity and brooding, but rather built him into an invincible shield.

Although Cornelius shared the same rank as Vanir, he was more than ten years older. So he looked to him as somewhat of an unofficial mentor and guide. He also knew that if the current leader of the Templar were to pass away now, no one was a better candidate to fill in the position than him.

Vanir returned the greeting with a nod, and walked out into the streets beside him.
"Sir Serpentia. Fine day, isn't it?"
He glanced at his ever-so-sharp blade on the battle axe.

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His voice ran shivers down her spine, sounding so empty and emotionless. Already he was giving her bad vibes and she was ready to leave and move on. Talta took a step back with her hind leg and placed her hand on the dagger's hilt in case she needed to, although it was unlikely that she would need it. They were on the same team but it didn't mean she had to trust the players. He had asked what they were up to doing outside the training halls and said that he wouldn't report it to the lord. The older sister snickered at his words and looked away from him to somewhere else in the opposite direction.

"We can't train in such a confided area. We need the vast city for a more realistic training ground. I mean we can't just let our acrobatics go to waste," informed Fileya.

The younger one wanted so desperately to walk up to this man and learn more about him but she wouldn't want to leave Talta behind. It would make her feel guilty for even bringing her up there.

"Um. . I'm Fileya. This is my older sister, Talta. We're-"

"Travelers," Interrupted Talta. She had turned around to face with girl with a blank face knowing that the girl would understand what she meant. Her eyes then went from her sisters to this man of higher class in the clan they have in common. "So what if you told on us. We volunteered our services. We should be able to choose how to train ourselves, right?"

"Talta. . Don't sass him. I'm sorry, she's really cranky today."

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Sleipnir looked at the way one of them recoiled at the sound of his voice. That was definitely not the intention, but it was so then so be it.

He slightly nodded and smiled. Talta was definitely a free-spirited one. One who despised confinement. Sleipnir expected no less from a "traveler." But then, being an assassin was all about being in chains, but fighting for freedom at the same time. There was no liberty without slavery.

Fileya, on the other hand, seemed like a more tolerant and innocent sister. One who had yet to be corrupted by Balder Rune. Oh, he knew. Sleipnir knew. While the other assassins followed Balder blindly, Raayvn always reminded him that there was no Lord of the Fenrir in history who never ended up being corrupted.
But anyway, that's a story for another time.

Sleipnir replied with a little more emotion in his voice this time.
"Travelers?" He snickered. It was as if they were trying to cover their identities. Yes, there were many, many Skirnir. But the Fenrisulfr and the Garm knew who was who just by looking at them, although it might not be to a personal level.
Or maybe they knew that he knew who they were, and they just preferred to be addressed by their origin. He could accept that.

"I see. Well then," he got up and said, "How about a race? To see who can reach that tower over there first."
He pointed at a distant Templar outpost, lavished in blue and silver. If they ran into any knights, then well... that would just be even more exciting.