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Recently the Kingdom of Miriwin has experienced an abrupt change in government when a group of sinister, conspiring nobles and advisers preformed a bloody coupe at the Royal Castle in Vaella. A good chunk of the Royal family Idaeta is missing. The King is presumed dead after a sudden ambush in the dead of night wrecked havoc throughout the castle. The mastermind behind the sudden shift in power; Art Marlow has established what appears to be a rather brutal rule, and decreed a hefty reward for anyone that brings him Royal blood.

Any conspirators will also be executed publicly without trial.
Art has successfully been able to rally many cutthroats, and mercenaries to his cause, establishing the Scarlet Army, copious amounts of ruthless men and sorcerers that bend to his every command.

A resistance brewed almost immediately, although they are very covert. And no one knows where their base of operations may lie. The Scarlet Army has been combing the Kingdom, eager to crush any resistance to the new crown.

Meanwhile in the West, a band of slippery thieves cause a great deal of trouble for traders and lords alike in the Providence of Morwall. The band moves frequently and has proved to be most clever. They rely mostly on the elements of surprise, and deception and never kill their victims.
A great deal of woodsmen have gone missing from around Morwall and the only logical explanation is they joined forces with the band's mysterious leader.
Most of their winnings have gone to the poor farmers surrounding the providence, angering the lord greatly. A high reward is posted to anyone that can bring their leader in alive for interrogation.

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Map
Purple = The Theif "King's" men.
Magenta = Utilized farm land
Light Blue = Shallow parts in rivers where they can be forded/crossed easily.

↬The Kingdom of Miriwin
xxxThis is where the majority of the action takes place. Miriwin is a very diverse kindgom geographically. To the north, the Black Mountains, and Dark Forest consume the majority of the land with thick dark pines, miserable cold, and treacherous passes and caves. Rich farmland and woods cover the southern, and western parts of Miriwin, with slightly swampy terrain, and wetlands to the east, leading up to the sea and the major ports of the kingdom.

xxxThe capitol of Miriwin is Vallea; located near the center of Miriwin, surrounded by open prairie and very well fortified. Elevated above the plains, Vallea can be under siege for months without batting an eye. All of it's past enemies have had difficulty conquering Vallea, due to it's initial complexity.

xxxThe Cold Wall Ruins; located to the far north of Miriwin, and is reminates of a long, sturdy wall that was built long ago to keep out savage invaders from the North. Little remains, with the exception of the ruins of keeps and lonely watch towers. The bitter cold makes any form of life miserable. Many believe the ruins of the walls and keeps are haunted.

xxxSilverHaven; A grubby, remote 'village' if you could even consider it that. SilverHaven is a small mining community, with little to no visitors at all and hardly any connection with the outside world. Cut into mountainous, miserable terrain winter comes early here, and usually sticks around.

xxxNorthPond; A large lake to the north rumored to be as clear and calm as glass. Supplied by melting snow and mountain springs in the summer and spring.

xxxIronPine; A town just south of NorthPond (no pun intended). This community functions primarily on the game and lumber of the forest. They are suspicious of strangers, as most that travel north are not the particularly caring kind.

xxxMallowShade;Deep within the eastern swamps of Miriwin is the busy, backwater community of MallowShade. The village is rooted with superstition and every murky night has an air of black magic to it. It is however, an excellent place to go if you are in need of a remedy or an anti-venom of some sort.

xxxMistWick; A hazy fishing village along the coast that is always covered in a blanket of mist from the sea. They worship numerous deities of the sea and most locals are peaceful and soothing to talk to if not a bit strange. They usually are devoid of most all emotion, and tend to leave one to their own devices.

xxxMorwall; A providence named after the late Lord Morwall, and a rather poor community. The Lord of the lands is...less than desirable, thus his subjects suffer. The surrounding area of the Morwall Keep is farmland, but the farther you travel from the keep the more forest springs up. Most main roads to Morwall are used frequently for trade, and because the dense forest surrounds them it makes them easy pickings for highwaymen and bandits. However there is one main band of bandits in the forests of Morwall that no one particularly wants to tangle with. Recently there have been reports the residents of the Morwall providence acting seemingly more cheerful.

xxxBrightHall; A moderate sized village that holds the lowest rates of crime and treachery in the entire kingdom. They are a self sustaining community with little outside trade. BrightHall has also established somewhat of a Democracy. For every man in Brighthall there are three women. And BrightHall is notorious for having the strongest women in the realm. Most from Brighthall are very strong willed and stubborn, and usually seek their own justice.

xxxRedCastle; A southern outpost with scorching hot heat. The castle keep got it's name from the red stone and clay they used to build it. The outpost guards against a unpractical invasion from the south. Built centuries ago, when the desert tribes and nomads were united under one leader. The threat has long dispersed.

xxxChampa: a pirate port in the east, this town is well fortified and dangerous. Any attempts to breach from the sea result in disaster. It's exact location is obviously a well kept secret. Might is the rule of law here, though there is a chief for the village.

xxxWinterVale; The northernmost port of Miriwin where one can find the bravest of rugged warriors and sailors of the north. Many accustomed to harsh, cold sailing. The snow never leaves WinterVale, and falling into the icey waters of the sea here is considered instant death.

xxxSouthPort;The southern port of Miriwin, (at least the southern most leagal port), most foreign trade is done here and numerous amounts of people from all walks of life reside in the port. Trading industry is HUGE, and there are copious amounts of market stalls and vendors.

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name:
age:
occupation:
personality:
crush: --
user:
appearance: [link please]


name: Princess Leanna Idaetas
age: 21
occupation: Princess
personality: Generally a very sweet, all around nice person, relies on teamwork and morals, isn't afraid to get dirty, very bright, very trusting and somewhat naive.
crush: --
user: blondautumnangel
appearance: Her.Royal. Highness.

name: Areyl Frander
age: 23
occupation: Bandit Queen
personality:Generally has a dark sense of humor, sharp, cunning, always one step ahead of everyone else, generally independent, loses her temper occasionally, likes confrontation
crush: --
user: blonduautumnangel
appearance: The Bandit Queen, Dare Defy Her?


name: Calibor "Cai" Miles
age: 23
occupation: Mercenary/Sell-sword
personality: Distrustful of new people, loyal to those he's learned to trust. Will look out for himself, but has a good heart and will help those around him.
crush: N/A
user: Siris99
appearance: Cai , Outfit , shield design


name: Veloxious Briggs (goes by Vel or Velox)
age: 20
occupation: Pirate
personality: Outspoken, hardworking, but loves to relax too.
crush: Tirah James
user: Siris99
appearance: Vel
his outfit

name: Dominic Forwind
age: 22
occupation: odd jobs, little bit of thieving, mostly lives off the land
personality: Dominic doesn't seem to be a complex man up front. He is blunt, rude, and an all around smartass. If anyone actually got to know him well (which has never happened due to his initial impression) they would see a much more serious man with a big heart.. good luck ever seeing it though. He has a tendency to help people spontaniously, but never sticks around for an applause and never usually gets directly involved.
Dominic has a hard time rembering things. It might have something to do with his blacked out past.
crush: --
user: Roskuel
appearance: x
Other important things to know:
-Lives on the edge of the dark forest alone. Quite literally an hour from Vallea on horseback so he can go into the city when he needs supplies. The guards all know him and aren't fond of him, but seeing as how he has never been a real threat, they put up with him to an extent. (he's been thrown in jail quite times for mocking the soldiers and causing minor 'accidents')
-Dominic is highly skilled with duel swords and even more so with his dagger. Most of the Soldiers who have ever seen him fight agree that if he didn't have such an attitude he would accel in Vallea's military core and the gaurds that arrest him on a regular basis swear that he just gives up every time.
-It is believed among some locals that Dominic used to be part of a royal line, but it is usually shrugged off as just tall tales and obsurd rumors.
-The only real friend Dominic has is his horse "Scarlet" named for her dark red coat.

name: Marcus Greystone
age: 40
occupation: Palace Guard
personality: experienced, calm, knowledgeable, chivalrous, polite, brave
crush: --
user: Demonic_Werewolf94
appearance: Charming Guard

name: John Aldaine
age: 22
occupation: Palace Guard
personality: chivalrous, brave, polite, blindly dives into trouble
crush: Princess Leanna
user: Demonic_Werewolf94
appearance: Headstrong Hero

name: Quinn the Willful
age: 23
occupation: Lady Knight / Wanderer
personality: brave (almost to the point of being headstrong), loyal, patient, and kind
crush: --
user: blondautumangel
appearance: Face, armor, shield crest: an olive branch being seized fiercely in the claw of a golden eagle on a black field.
Important:
-One of the only known lady knights in the realm, however she is difficult to track down and avoids larger populated cities in fear of being apprehended by Art's men.
-One of the most forefront leaders of the counter rebellion against Art.
-She is not a mercenary, and refuses to take money for the tasks she agrees to do.

name: Bartram the Bloody
age: 32
occupation: False King's Knight Commander
personality: very aggressive and unstable he wins his battles by brute force and intimidation.
a seasoned warrior and a fearsome foe.
crush: --
user: blondautumnangel
appearance: Big Bad Wolf

Name: Viktor Sidorov
Age: 30
Occupation: General of King Art's Magical Forces
Personality: Generally quite straightforward and serious with everyone. There are very few individuals in which he relaxes around enough to joke and laugh with.
Crush: N/A
User: Tegian
Appearance: Coming Soon

name: King Arte Drachen
age:40
occupation: (previously royal advisory), King, Turncloak
personality: He has a calm intelligent air about him, however he keeps many vices and is very cruel and greedy. His rise to power has filled him with more grandeur than should be allowed.
crush: --
user: blondautumnangel
appearance: The Turncloak King

Shirtless Raider

9,750 Points
  • Survivor 150
  • Somebody Likes You 100
  • Flatterer 200
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Shirtless Raider

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  • Survivor 150
  • Somebody Likes You 100
  • Flatterer 200
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Veloxious was currently up in a tree, eating an apple and seemed lost in thought. There was supposed to be a rich carriage coming through soon, and Vel was supposed to be the lookout. However, he seemed to not care, as he didn't even try to eat his food quietly.

He'd been a part of the camp for several weeks now, after one of the newer thieves tried to rob him. Vel had shown him the error of his ways via cutting the man's clothes to shreds with his sword. Humiliating but not deadly. It did earn Vel enough respect that he could join the camp and sleep without getting his throat slit. Well, so far anyways.

There had been several tasks given to him: gathering firewood, cooking, nightwatch; he did them all without a word. Now, he was being given a shot on a robbery. And he didn't seem to care.

But he did. Well, enough to know the carriage was about a mile off, and he had several minutes still. He finished the apple and threw the core at the bushes he knew to be hiding the other thieves; his subtle way of telling them the carriage was spotted. Some of the men had bows; Vel had yet to master archery.

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"Oi! Ratboy! Watch where you're throwin' yer rubbish or I'll cleave your head with me sword!" A disgruntled voice came from below after the apple hit it's mark.

"Jonas you'd do best to be quiet before I cleave both of your heads. Shut your trap, or I'll report you to Areyl." An assertive man's voice joined the fray, although it was a mere whisper it was enough to make the larger man, Jonas do as she commanded. The woods around Morwall swayed lazily in the afternoon breeze, and down the dirt track there wasn't a being in sight. Or so it seemed. The entire woods was laced with archers and ruthless bandits. Waiting to pounce on their most delicious quarry.

A faint rumbling began to fill the air as the carriage approached, drawn by two splendid draft horses and an escort of four. The Lord's guest, coming all this way from the East. Pity, he was about to loose all that hard earned gold and wealth, well it wasn't really hard earned when he was an under the table slaver. The diversion had worked as planned, and the closing of the main road had diverted the stupid, fat lard down an old wagon trail, and he was not enjoying himself one bit.

"YOU IDIOTS GOT US LOST. YOU FILTHY, MORONS." His voice carried down the hill and dispersed into the forest, and a faint snickering from the bowmen could be heard.

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Bacchus, who is a spirit, draws,
All sorts of men to his own laws;
Devoted sots he frees from cares,
He gives what joys are theirs.


A large blond man observed the singing with a small smile on his face. At the chorus, the other men turned to look at him.



"Loudly now we sing thy praise,
See, our lungs are bursting!
Bacchus bless us all our days,
'till there's no more thirsting!"


He bellowed out, mug held high as he sung. He finished and downed the drink alongside the other patrons, before they all let out a loud battlecry that fell apart into laughter. "Another!" Cai, for that was his name, said to the tavernkeeper, dropping the coin on the counter. Another foamy mug was placed in front of him.


"To loud songs, strong ale, and generous friends!" another man cried out, grabbing at Cai's ale.

"Not that generous." Cai said, grabbing the man's wrist to stop him. "Now bugger off friend, or buy your own." he added, pulling the man's hand off the mug. The man glared at him, then threw a punch. Cai pushed it aside so the punch hit his shoulder armor, then delivered a strong punch of his own that knocked the man out.

"I know, I know. The guards are coming." Cai muttered to the tavernkeeper. Cai sat down to finish his drink as some other patrons ran to the guards.

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"Now that would be a shame. I think your help would be better if you were tad nicer." Vel called down to the carriage, dropping down in front of it as it reached his position. All according to plan.

"Perhaps I can be of assistance? I've hunted these woods my whole life sirs, and know it better than the backs of my hands." Vel said, giving a sweeping bow. This gained him the attention of the carriage drivers and occupants. The escort did not seem pleased.

"Though you should be worried about bandits. They are two miles down this road, hence my being here out of the way. It would do you good to flush them out before continuing. Or at least be on guard." Vel added. Once the forces were split, the men in the bushes would attack. That, or the archers would unleash their arrows and kill them all if they showed no signs of splitting up. Six of one, half a dozen of another; it made no difference to Vel.

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The beady eyed man eyed Vel for a second before barking his decision. "Fan out And get this gremlin off my carriage! I do not intend to be robbed today! Idiots." The mounted guards around the carriage exchanged a few exasperated looks before three of them fanned out in perfect, practiced formation to sweep the forest a head, whilst one dismounted to retrieve Vel.

"C'mon down now boy. Don't want to be causing any trouble now." The middle aged man sighed beckoning for Vel to come down, and even offering him a hand as well.
The men in the woods tensed. Their orders were very specific however. No maiming, no killing. Even Vel should have known this. The horses snorted and balked uneasily as they proceeded forward drawing farther and farther away from the carriage.

Only the fat man's strangled shreik and gurgling brought the guards whirling about to back track, but by then the men in the woods had sprung, grabbing the reigns of the horses and dragging the men from their mounts, all at bow point. It happened so fast. Someone was in the carriage with the trader, their woolen boots sticking out of the carriage window.

"Gentlemen." The door was kicked open, the voice in the air was sicky sweet. A woman came into veiw, not just any woman. A pretty woman. Her golden hair drawn back into a bun, dressed in loose, somewhat dirty breeches and a stained tunic. She held the fat man at arms length, his jeweled hands clawing at his throat where she held him tightly a dagger pointed to his throat.

"Well, that was a rough ride. You should really look into a carraige that is less jarring, and a master that most defiantly isn't as stupid and inconsiderate as this one. Take their horses." Her voice turned from sweet to commanding and assertive.

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None ever do plan on being robbed... Vel thought, containing an eyeroll only through a supreme act of will. He accepted the hand down, dropping to the ground. When the guard turned around at the signs of attack, Vel locked him in a choke. After ten seconds of struggling, the man dropped to the ground unconscious.

He wasn't maimed or killed or whatever, just out. Surely nobody would fault him for that. Vel turned in time to see Areyl take command of the scene, ordering the horses to be gotten. That wasn't Vel's job here, so he let the other bowman move to it. The fat guy in the carriage looked like he was about to piss himself; Vel recognized that looked and a smirk came on his face.

As the men grabbed the horses, Vell waited patiently and silently, hand resting on his sword. Not much use for a sword in a forest, but he was comfortable with it.

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"Oh what lovely rings you have." Areyl mused as her eyes narrowed, trailing to the large gems that were wrapped around the slavers pudgy fingers. "I hope you don't mind sharing..." He squirmed more and spat at her for this.But the bandit queen, used to this treatment from those that were 'lower borne' simply ignored his vicious act of rudeness.

"Oh my. Well, if you can't take them off yourself~" There was a pause as she leaned in close to his fat, smelly face. "Perhaps I should cut them off for you?" Her voice was so soft, so sweet. Although there was a hint of malicious undertone that made him shiver through his layers of fine velvet.

With a long series of curses he removed every last one of his rings, bracelets, earrings and placed them into a worn coin purse that the queen ever so politely held out to him. Once he was finished she drew it shut with her teeth and tossed it to Vel.
"A pleasure doing business with you." Areyl said sweetly shoving him away from her in one quick motion whilist bopping him on the head with the butt of her dagger, knocking him out. Her men were already hauling the chests out of the carriage and efficiently sifting through their contents, discarding what wasn't needed. The guards also had been dealt with, either knocked out or hog tied, and removed from the road all together. They were going to have a hell of a time getting back to the main road like that. A spectical Areyl was sorry she couldn't watch.

"Sustainable work Vel. Although next time, I do with you would take care to not start any fights in the middle of a hold up. Understand?"

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"I'll keep that in mind." Vel said with a nod as he caught the bag. "Though admittedly my way was more discreet than whistling at them. the guards might have heard it; it's how I knew Branyl was going to attack me." he added, referring to his own first run in with the thieves.

It was not meant as disrespect, merely Vel stating his point. Which was strange as he had simply nodded and such before. Maybe he was finally getting comfortable, or maybe he finally found something worth talking about.

"So, did I do well enough to not be just the lookout and distraction next time? Or possibly do it solo?" he asked. Vel knew he was not on everyone's good side, and preferred to work by himself because of it. Sure he had no bow skills, but he figured he could pull off a robbery.
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Where: Somewhere in Vallea
With: no one
Mood: playful








Dominic strolled through the streets of Vallea. The people of the city seemed rather odd of late. Then again, that normally happened when royals went missing and less than desirable people took their place. A royal advisor and his lakies to be more specific. Things definately weren't well within these walls, but it was of no concern to Dominic. As long as the money kept flowing, the merchants kept selling, and the taverns stayed opened, he was happy. It had been a long journey for him that day to Vallea. It wasn't as if he was ever further away than normal. It was just that roads which were normally empty, were crowded. Not to mention that when he finally did reach the city, he was searched from the hair on his head to the s**t on Scarlet's hooves. His horse didn't have to speak to let him know she wasn't ok with any of it. He understood the caution of the gaurds, but come on. It's one thing to search a man's satchel, but another to peer beneath his horse's tail end. Which is probably why that perticular gaurd was in a medic bay. Dominic had been thrown in a cell for many a stupid crime, but he was not about to be arrested for something the gaurd could have clearly avoided. Normally he wouldn't have even argued with the men. This time had been different. All he had to do was flash his dagger and the gaurds let him pass. All of them agreeing that their comrad had been quite dull witted in his decision to pull such a stunt.

It had been a few hours since the search and Scarlet had been taken to the stables where Dominic payed a hefty amount for her special treatment. The extra gold and silver didn't seem to faze Dominic at all. Why should it? The money wasn't his to begin with. The gaurd that had been knocked out clean was a perfect candidate for losing a coin purse or two. With as far as he flew no one would ever question that maybe his money had fallen to the ground along the way. In a way, it was like the gaurd was paying for his stupidity... in other ways than just his crushed jawline. Ok, so it wasn't justice, but Dominic didn't really care. It's what he did. You could live honestly, but there is always someone dishonest who will take what you've earned. That was his view on things. There seemed to be no sense in living an honest life. Look what happened to the royals. They were good and just, but now what? If they were dead as everyone assumed, where did that goodness and honesty get them? Well.. dead, that's where. Dominic's train of thought was cut right down the middle by a bustle of gaurds that ran across the road directly ahead of him. They seemed to be headed for a tavern. A brawl? This early? That was something Dominic was certainly up for seeing.

Dominic waited for the gaurds to pass into the tavern before sneaking around behind it and entering through a cellar door. He watched through the floor as the parade of gaurds seemed to confront a man who looked as if he finished his part in the fight without even the slightest effort. Dominic slowly stepped across the cellar floor, making sure as to not step on anything that might alert the gaurds to his presence.
"What is this?" the head of the gaurd pack asked, "Causing so much trouble can get you thrown in a cell young man. You better come with us." Dominic had to wonder; why so many gaurds for one man? He understood if the whole tavern had broken into a fiesta of fists, but it was two guys. One conscious, the other... not so much. Dominic almost laughed aloud at his own thoughts, but kept it under control. Wait. He knew that guy. Dominic hadn't had a clear view of the man's face before, but now Dominic was looking directly at him through a gaping hole in the floor caused by a bit of rotting. The man was a well known sell-sword. The name escaped him for the moment, but it explained the number of gaurds dispatched to deal with him. If there was a fight, it would be interesting to watch, but Dominic had a better idea. He grabbed a nearby broom and scuffled his way across the cellar to the last two gaurds who were standing right by the tavern door. Just as he thought, there was a nice opening in the floor. He stuck the broom handle through the slot, shoved it upward to just knick one of the gaurds a** cheeks, then yanked it back down out of sight. "Hey." the defiled gaurd said to the one next to him, "Did you just touch my arse?" The gaurd being question looked at him with disbelief and quickly denied it. Dominic repeated the action one more time. This time, striking the gaurd harder. "That is about as much as I can take from you Gustrall!" the gaurd yelled, waylaying his gauntlet into the other gaurd's face. It didn't take but a few moments for the rest of their group to follow suit. All except for the lead gaurd who turned to see his men in a chaotic fist fight. He tried to break it up, but only ended up entering it himself.

A few moments later, Dominic stepped out of the cellar and headed to the front of the tavern. He simply made his way to the other side of the street and stood there, waiting to see if the mercenary would take his chance to leave. If he did, Dominic would gain his attention and ask him if he enjoyed the show.


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