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 Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 9:21 pm
This is the first roleplay I've created, so be kind.
[0] Intro-you are here
Story
[II] Rules
[III] Positions open
[IV] Profiles
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Posted: Sat Dec 01, 2007 9:24 pm
Story The Discordant White
There is world much like ours. It is called Guivaleme. It is techonolically advanced. There is cars, planes, computers, televisions, and kitchen appliances and such. There are two continents on this world, Aleaf and Grayzval. Aleaf is the southern continent, and is large, about the size of the U.S or Canada.
Grayzval is the northern continent, and is mountainous and cold.It is slightly larger than Aleaf, but not as arable and more inhospitable There is also a chain of islands extending from the north-east coast of Aleaf to the south-east coast of Grayzval. The two country-continents have been disagreeing over territory and land ownership on these islands.
Grayval is a monarchy. It is ruled by the current Queen/King. They have one heir. Aleaf is ruled by The Council of White. It is made up of white magicians. The council usually has five members, with one being the Council Head, who makes decisions final.
Magicians in Grayval practice only gray or black magic. Not by choice, however. The Council of White has controlled the teaching of white magic. Anyone bringing knowledge of the magic over to Grayval is quickly wiped out with a black magic spell. Not cast by any of the white magicians, however. The Council has Grayval prisoners to take the karma-soul price of the black magic.
This keeps magicians in Aleaf stronger than their Grayval counterparts. Because they don't have to pay a price in negative karma-the threefold law. Anything you do to someone will come back on you-tripled in power.
The white magicians of Aleaf have become far too corrupt. They are out of touch with their god, and they twist white magic to hurt others, using loopholes to get out of the consequences.
The story begins with the Council making plans to occupy Tretan, the southernmost island on Grayval's coast...
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2007 5:34 pm
Da Rules Rules: 1. No godmodding 2. Follow Gaia rules 3. Be nice to each other (except in fight scenes ^^) 4. Be literate (this goes without saying). I do not care about the length, you may post one liners if you must. All I ask is that it has capitalization and punctuation. 5. Romance and violence a-okay. No cybering. 6. You may just post a profile and join in. If you need any backstory or have any questions, you PM me.
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2007 5:39 pm
Positions You may create a totally original character, or you can create a character to fill one of these positions. If you are wanting to enact a scene with, say, the King of Grayvzal, and no one has occupied it, you can boss the King around and take control of him for the scene you need. Also, the NPC's are open. You can make them dance naked in your post if you please. Here are the positions: 1. The queen/king of Greyzval (NPC open) 2. the heir/s of Greyzval (NPCs open) 3. The head of the Council (taken, ProtectorofGlasses) 4. I council member, Dickinsen (NPC-open) 5. II council member 6. III council member 7. IV. council member Nikaine the black mage-owned by BloodhuntaSia Uriah the mage-owned by DarkScarlettVixen NPCs- Milla, Zjeva's secretary Maxle, Dickinsen's secretary Dickinsen, council member King of Greyzval Idun, princess of Greyzval
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2007 5:43 pm
Profiles This is where I will post all profiles, even if they have already been posted in the thread. Protector of Glasses My Character Profile:
Username: ProtectorofGlasses
Character Name: ZJeva Belyee
Description: Zjeva is a short, very pale woman who appears to be in her late teens. She has short dark blonde hair and large, pale gray eyes with blonde lashes. Her nose is small and upturned, and freckled. She usually dresses in thick, heavy clothing that covers everything except her face and neck. Occasionally her shirts or dresses will be lowcut. Zjeva usually wears expensive fabrics like silk, velvet, and Greyzvalan furs.
Age: 76
Gender: Female
Race: human mage
Weapons: rapier
Bio: Zjeva was born in Elstadt, near the Greyzvalan border. She knows first hand about Greyzvalan culture and trade. Her father worked in the tin mines of Elstadt. When Zjeva was eight, her father died in a mining accident. Her family became more poverty-stricken than before. Her mother and her three siblings and her were forced to beg money and food from relatives. When a clothing factory opened in Elstadt, all of them, with the exception of the baby Blane, went to work there.
This continued until their mother, Elke, died of cotton lung. A determined 14-year old Zjeva went to the local temple of Byellee and insisted on being taken into their mage training program. While the priests and priestesses, mostly from the local uppercrust families, were horrified at the thought of such low trash joining their exalted ranks, one priest though differently. He was the second highest ranking at the temple, and he allowed her to join.
She quickly and voraciously absorbed everything she could there, and at 16, transferred to the capital city of Aleteal. She brought only Blane with her, and left her other family behind.
At Aleteal she used the ruthlessness learned from her poverty to cheat, blackmail, and bribe her way up the ladder of the Byellee power structure. It helped that she was actually a skilled white mage, but that really had nothing to do with getting to the top.
Now she is the most cynical and corrupt Byellee leader ever. She steals life force from Aleafans to keep her strength and youth. And she defiantly desires one thing: Grayzval. BloodHuntaSiA Username: BloodHuntaSia
Character Name: Nikaine Kayes
Age: Somewhere in mid to late twenties
Gender: Female (Acts male)
Weapons: A long staff or a small wand.
Race: Human Black Mage
Description: Nikaine has a slim figure of a mid-teenaged adolescent, but her height of 5' 10" gives off a slightly intimidating look, along with her black hair, and black eyes. Her hair is cut short to a point where she is often mistaken as a very pretty boy with a long bang that drapes over a grotesque scar on the upper right side of her face. Almost always, she will be found wearing loose top under the leather mage armor and thick gloves. Her pants are also baggy, and poofs out down to where her boots begin in the middle of her calves. On her neck, a small necklace, with thin gold chain and a nail-size amethyst hanging, is draped over the armor. One will never find Nikaine with any sorts of womanly clothing that exposes her flesh, because she has several grotesque scars across her body.
Bio: Born in the middle of heat of the battle at the disputed islands in Grayval, the only memories of her family that Nikaine carries with her is her older sister by twelve years. She had been thoroughly maltreated by her sister, being beaten, abused, and worked till she collapsed. When Nikaine had reached her early teens, her sister sold her to a slave trader, making her "serve customers" every night. Unable to bare such stress at young age, Nikaine's disturbing black mage power outbursted from her, setting the cell that she was thrown in on fire. The fire did not go out even when water was splashed over it, consuming everyone in the entire building. She was the only one who surived with numerous pain and scars, physically and mentally. Unable to move, Nikaine remained in the burned down ruins of the slave trader's hideout until another caravan of slave trader picked her up and sold her to the Alefan council. Afraid that her former experience might repeat, Nikaine tightly wrapped bandages around her bust and cut her hair to disguise herself, something she still continues. She was doom to die from taking the negative karma of the white mages, but when the council had discovered that Nikaine's power, if controlled properly, could amplify exponentially, much greater than almost any black mage in existence, they decided to keep her around longer, though the three fold law is equally dangerous as per power. Though she had lost count of her ages, she never bothered to keep count, since her late teens, she became the council's "dog," handling all the dirty work of Zjeva. Quote: Username: DarkScarlettVixen
Character Name: Uriah L'Shyran
Age: 30
Gender: Female
Weapons: Bow and Arrow
Race: Humanoid Mage
Description: [x]
Bio: Uriah was born and raised in in Grayval in an isolated town. She is not sure who her parents are and non of the town people have told her that her mother was a fugitive from the lower continent who was finally found by a black magic spell but managed to protect her daughter. She grew up a child of the town and when she discovered she had magic, she kept it to herself, developing on her own. She became very proficient with healing and finally healed one of the hunters when he was severely injured while on a hunt, saving his life. THe rest of the people, grateful for her gift, kept it a secret, then again, they were so isolated it wasn't so hard. Uriah continued to experiment on her own, doing her best to keep all of them on the downlow, she actually isn't sure why the townspeople are so hush hush and why, after she'd healed the hunter, the hunters took her in and taught her how to defend herself, and others but she doesn't mind, and is for the most part, pretty naive....
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Posted: Thu Dec 06, 2007 5:46 pm
((Alright. I'll start off the RP. We'll just boss the non-player characters around as we see fit until someone occupies them.))
The council room, at the Council of White, was rather eleborately decorated for such austere and humble clerics of Byellee. The council's headquarter's were located in the capital city of Aleteal. The building was a large white stone building of seven stories, with the bottom the largest, getting progressively smaller by each story, making it look like nothing other than a large stone wedding cake.
Inside the wedding cake, at the very top story, was the where the Council of White convened. A huge 20ft long oak table centered the room. There were ten large velvet swivel chairs, despite there only being five council members. The council members had to have their secretaries and apprentices, of course. Byellee forbid they should have to lift a pen or cast a lighting spell. At the foot of the table opposite the door was the Council Head's chair. It was raised slightly higher than the other chairs, the Head being shorter than most attendees. Her chair was draped in a long violet silk banner, with three thick white lines and three delicately embroidered carnation flowers. Her snow leopard, Leta, was depicted in the middle of it.
There were no extra chairs. Non-council members intruding here were subjected to several subtle ploys to make them uncomfortable. Being forced to stand was perhaps the most obvious of them.
Below the Council Room, on the sixth story, was part of the Council Library. This was the private library. The one open to non-council members-although NOT the general public, was on the first and second story. Zjeva hurried through it as quickly as possible, cursing loudly. Finally she was across the room and at the black metal spiral staircase. She ran up it, feeling positively idiotic for not going up in a straight line. She had had this building designed, after all.
Finally she achieved the seventh story. She greeted the sight of the empty Council Room with pleasure. She had beat those damned servants again. They usually came 15-30 minutes before the council members got there, but Zjeva made it a point to be there before anyone. It meant they had to face her first. If, however, there was already someone in the room, no matter how lowly, she quickly remembered an urgent appointment. Then she made it a point to be at least a half an our later than the last council member.
This way, the council members would talk about her before she arrived. And her secretary, Milla, would hear every word of it. The woman had a steel bear trap for a mind. She would remember all of it.
Today, however, she sat in her chair and awaited the coffee lackeys. There would be several important matters discussed today.
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Posted: Tue Dec 18, 2007 3:26 am
Username: BloodHuntaSia
Character Name: Nikaine Kayes
Age: Somewhere in mid to late twenties
Gender: Female (Acts male)
Weapons: A long staff or a small wand.
Race: Human Black Mage
Description: Nikaine has a slim figure of a mid-teenaged adolescent, but her height of 5' 10" gives off a slightly intimidating look, along with her black hair, and black eyes. Her hair is cut short to a point where she is often mistaken as a very pretty boy with a long bang that drapes over a grotesque scar on the upper right side of her face. Almost always, she will be found wearing loose top under the leather mage armor and thick gloves. Her pants are also baggy, and poofs out down to where her boots begin in the middle of her calves. On her neck, a small necklace, with thin gold chain and a nail-size amethyst hanging, is draped over the armor. One will never find Nikaine with any sorts of womanly clothing that exposes her flesh, because she has several grotesque scars across her body.
Bio: Born in the middle of heat of the battle at the disputed islands in Grayval, the only memories of her family that Nikaine carries with her is her older sister by twelve years. She had been thoroughly maltreated by her sister, being beaten, abused, and worked till she collapsed. When Nikaine had reached her early teens, her sister sold her to a slave trader, making her "serve customers" every night. Unable to bare such stress at young age, Nikaine's disturbing black mage power outbursted from her, setting the cell that she was thrown in on fire. The fire did not go out even when water was splashed over it, consuming everyone in the entire building. She was the only one who surived with numerous pain and scars, physically and mentally. Unable to move, Nikaine remained in the burned down ruins of the slave trader's hideout until another caravan of slave trader picked her up and sold her to the Alefan council. Afraid that her former experience might repeat, Nikaine tightly wrapped bandages around her bust and cut her hair to disguise herself, something she still continues. She was doom to die from taking the negative karma of the white mages, but when the council had discovered that Nikaine's power, if controlled properly, could amplify exponentially, much greater than almost any black mage in existence, they decided to keep her around longer, though the three fold law is equally dangerous as per power. Though she had lost count of her ages, she never bothered to keep count, since her late teens, she became the council's "dog," handling all the dirty work of Zjeva.
((Can you explain more details about magics? You claim that the present day technology is present, but explain the details of the magic more in respect to its nature and how it is used or how it can be used. Also, could you distinguish black, white and grey magic? Are they similar to final fantasy version of magic, or do they involve necromancy and voodoo as well? More details will be much appreciated. Sorry if I sound picky.))
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Posted: Thu Dec 20, 2007 5:10 pm
((It's alright. Great charrie, btw. Magic depends on innate talants, but the most important part is willpower. In this world, it is possible for someone who is very determined to beat even the most innately talented person, even if the determined one is relatively untalented. It's hard to explain.
Black magic is more like voodoo/necromancy. It also includes the Final Fantasy type magic, mostly because things like Fira could be used for destruction and death. Grey magic is not evil or negative necessarily, and is basically the same or similiar to white magic, only it doesn't have the power of the God behind it.
There is no real difference in any of the magics, they are all pretty much the same kind, differing really in the way the magician casts it and such. For instance, my character, a "white magician" could raise the dead or throw a fireball if she had the will to do it. But it would put bad karma on her. Your character could heal the blind (providing she was holy and strong enough) if she knew how to call on the God.
The God, Byellee, is the creator of all, including the people of Greyzvale. But the clerics in Aleaf work hard to keep worship out of Greyzvale, which is why the Greyzvalen mages cannot honor the God in their use of magic. It's illegal to teach them any prayers or rituals.>_^
Like I said before, intent is important in this magic. It's really hard to explain, so just use the magic as you interpret it. It's like religion, we'll all see it differently. You can always think of Wicca too, which this is partly based on. Whew that's alot of typing. I must love to see myself type))
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Posted: Sat Dec 22, 2007 2:16 am
((Thank you! That helped me understand lot of the concepts. Oh, and, also, thank you about the character. It was one of those weird moment that I could not help but come up with a tragic character. Hahaha;; Now onward to post an actual beginning post...))
As Zjeva's "guard," Nikaine silently followed her through the council building, up the stairs and all. Striding up the stairs after her, Nikaine's breath did not even falter a bit, remaining silent all the way through. Watching Zjeva, Nikaine stopped at one step and continued looking at the fraile figure of the small woman with pained left eye that seem to long from her something she could not have. When she was out of sight in the winding staircase, Nikaine quickly took bigger strides upward, catching up with her in no time.
When he had reached the top of the flight, he turned around at the noise behind him, spotting the servants carrying in preparations and snacks for the meeting. Stepping aside from the servants, who glared at him with disgust, Nikaine carefully avoided all of their eyes, and let them pass before entering the room himself. He was used the condescending look and whispers behind him, because of his past and because of what he does now. At least, he didn't have to worry about his safety as before; no one knew yet that 'he' was a 'she.'
"My lady."
Nikaine bowed to Zjeva, quietly addressing her, and walked towards behind her, his usual place to stand.
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Posted: Sun Dec 23, 2007 7:47 pm
Zjeva smiled. It was not a very nice smile. In fact, it was downright sharky. She quickly smoothed her face into a blank emotionless mask and watched as the first council member drifted in.
It was Dickinsen, a rather large balding man who for some reason chose to keep his body at the age of a 35-year old. Perhaps to give him a wiser look? His stubby little apprentice, Maxle, trailed behind him. Zjeva gave her own staff a search.
Her guard, Nikaine, stood behind her. Whether he was trying to or not, he looked intimidating. The real intimidation lay not in his looks, but in his talents, which all of the Council were aware of. They were also aware that he answered to her first, and this kept them in line. Not that she needed anything extra to keep them in line. At heart, they were cowards. That was why she had always triumphed over them, and always would. They were too interested in keeping their pathetic hides intact.
Milla had came straggling in after Dickinsen. Milla was a little snake. She also knew far too much about Zjeva's affairs. Fortunately, Milla had a deep fear of being roasted by Nikaine. Today Milla had her bobbed black hair sleek and shiny, and her face was rosy and clean. She wore a smart white shirt and pressed gray slacks. Zjeva had had to lecture her about her appearance. She enjoyed being a slob apparently.
Zjeva would not stand for this. The smarter and more put to together they looked, the better. Just because you don't need an advantage, that doesn't mean you should use it.
The rest of the Council began filing in. Zjeva gave her staff an intent look. It said 'Watch them. Everything they do.'
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2007 2:36 pm
As the council members began to trickle in the room, Nikaine could not help but frown. Though he may seemed professional, the meetings were always not too enjoyable to him. Surpressing a yawn, Nikaine scowled, immediately noticing some bodies going rigid at his expression of discomfort; he almost laughed out loud.
With a mental sigh, Nikaine slowly panned the room, finally stopping his eyes on Zjeva. Everything about her, the manner which she carries herself in, eminated authority and extravagance, and yet, somehow Nikaine sensed a familiar scent from her, the ones he had been in, in the past, of poverty and hardship; the difference in them was that Nikaine had no will to live, and Zjeva had a strong desire to move herself upward.
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2007 4:03 pm
Zjeva sipped coffee as she waited for the last council member to come in, and thought pleasant thoughts about ruling both Aleaf and Greyzval.
As the last peon and his apprentice tottered in, she sat her mug on the coaster and stood, clearing her throat.
"Now that we are all here in a timely and punctual manner, our business can resume." she said, giving a sharp look to the late-comer.
Not that it bothered her, it simply gave her more time to order her thoughts. She wasn't worried that their tardiness was a sign of a lack of respect; they weren't smart enough or subtle enough for that.
"Our first order of business is Tretan." she snapped her fingers and a map of Guivaleme unrolled on the wall.
"As you can see, it is the island nearest to us. I am not going to gild the lily. Aleaf is either growing or shrinking. Because Greyzval is certainly not content with their rocky old islands; no they want our sunny, tropical paradise islands. Tretan is their foothold, their jumping point in the war they are starting."
One of the younger council members timidly raised their hand.
"Yes?" Zjeva barked.
"What war?" I mean...everything seems peaceful over there."
"Don't you remember the war over Red Caen Island?"
"Um, didn't we start that war?"
"No." Zjeva said smiling. "They were going to attack us, but our great Byellee warned us, remember?"
Or so Zjeva claimed. No one would doubt her though, she was the highest ranking cleric. Everyone nodded.
"You see, Byellee has warned us of their treachery once again. That is why we must attack first."
It was a good lie, mostly because people wanted to believe it. They wanted to believe the Greyzvalan people were evil and cunning and land hungry. It assuaged their guilt when the Aleafans stole their land from them.
[[OOC: And I've spelled Greyzval a million different ways in this rp, I'm bad xp Everyone can just pick the spelling they like the most to use.]]
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Posted: Thu Dec 27, 2007 5:08 am
((Haha, don't worry about it. As long as you get the message across, it all works out.))
At the call of the old war, Niakine received several uncomfortable looks that immediately turned away with his frown; Everyone knew he was of the Greyzval islands. He could not understand their thoughts on the matter related to him; he had no attachment to the country or his birth place. He could especially feel the eyes of the members again at the call for the second war, knowing he would be in the shadow behind the better accomplished works.
"Well, yes, if we do receive justifiable reason for such deed, I agree that it is proper for us to lead the purge."
Dickinsen cluelessly chimed in at Zjeva's plan, knowing it placed him in her good place. Nikaine thought this repeated meeting and discussions absolutely pointless. He always thought they might as well declare monarchy of Aleafan royalty with the almighty queen, Zjeva, much like Greyzval, though he knew too well why they did not do such a thing. It was the same reason as why he was still alive to this day; wrap the treachery in a suitable purpose and everyone will turn blind to the blood in which they drown in.
Nikaine let out a second mental sigh, expecting endless pile of work in his way for preparations for such a war, such as, assassination, spreading rumor, contacting the insiders in the Greyzval castle, and etcetera. Only consolidation that he expected to get out of the work load was that he would not have to think about anything too dramatic; just carry death upon one's shoulder...
((Nyargh, people in this guild are not that active, are they? We need more people! Also, I want more people in my other rp so we can start already D: ))
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Posted: Fri Dec 28, 2007 3:06 pm
Unknowingly, Zjeva's thoughts mirrored Nikaine's. She was thinking about how pleasing it was to wrap her monarchy in the smug cloak of democracy. Although most monarch's died and their heirs took over, the people of Aleaf could have no such hope. Not that they were smart enough to realize the game was rigged.
Zjeva knew that Nikaine cared about the people of Greyzval as much as she cared about the people of Aleaf. Unlike her, it appeared he had no ambitions of ruling. Which was good, because she couldn't let anyone live that both rivaled her ambitions and had a brain in their head.
Now the real consideration was whether she should have the head of Greyzval assassinated. It would never be traced back to the Council, since the Council wouldn't know about it. She would need to find more out about the heir before she acted. She would depend on Nikaine for that.l
The rest of the Council was quick to follow Dickenson's lead, with the sole possible exception of the previous doubter. She would keep her eye on him, though she doubted he was smart enough to dissent.
The talk turned to other matters; the metals tariff of Greyzval, the building of a gold statue of herself in the town center, and the new head of the western region.
[[I know, this place used to be more active. I wish I could do more, but I have dial-up and it's torture to recruit or do things to catch people's interest here. I did invite like 15 new members in one day, but they've drifted off. I should start a giveaway or most active contest or something.]]
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Posted: Sat Dec 29, 2007 10:47 pm
The rest of the meeting was completely useless to Nikaine, he almost yawned. Instead of paying attention, he contemplated the exact same thing that Zjeva was thinking: assassination of the head of Greyzval. Undoubtedly, it was going through Zjeva's head, maybe even farther ahead in plan than in Nikaine's head.
At the mention of Greyzval, Nikaine came to realize that he has never actually seen the Greyzval Castle, though he was of Greyzval, only through pictures and paintings. It was a strange thought that went through his head, but it rung nothing in his emotional cord; it was only another fact that he has just realized. A though of amusement rose in Nikaine's head when he was going through different plans to gather informations: he could actually infiltrate the castle and gather information first hand. The corner of Nikaine's lips curled up slightly, but was hardly noticeable by anyone, knowing that it was stupid and reckless thought that he would not allow himself to take... He hasn't had any of those thoughts in a while.
Quickly pushing the thought away, Nikained tried to focus on the rest of the meeting, but he could not help but stare off into space out of boredom.
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