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 Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 12:30 am
The Story:
In a world not so different from our own, the people live in turmoil. Relations between the three great empires of the realm of Zuri are strained. Far away, to the north, the ancient and powerful demon Queen sits on her thrown of ice. None have heard tell of the strange and magical race which reside in the depths of Ice Isle for near ten years, but now there come rumours of a great army massing from within the countries icy confines.
Across the distant plains, in the great deserts of Nuru lie the armies of the Twin Kings. Their strength lies in their fearsome warriors and their peoples faith in the spirits of the ancients, the peoples faith entirely in the spirits of earth and fire.
Last of all there are the people of the plains themselves. From mountain to distant see and jungle the plains are divided between various lords who rule together in council under the ancient lineage of the royal family. This is a proud and independent country – not to mention highly prosperous. It’s rich trading grounds bring travellers from all of the lands, even those outside of the reaches of the great super powers themselves. However, even the ancient prince’s fear the strange news reaching them from afar. There’d been no war for nigh on 15 years; The healing had barely time to begin.
And so it was that across the world, people prepared themselves. Black smiths found their crafts more sought after than ever, the army’s of the world found themselves being stirred into action and the common people found they could do naught but hold their breath…
Then disaster struck.
From the depths of the North flew a horde of great dragons. They flew across the lands and destroyed all in their path. They feasted upon cattle and people, burnt crops and made their nests in the mountains of the plains and the boiling lava fortresses of the volcanoes in the east.
It is five years later. None have heard tell of the people of the North – all messengers who’ve been sent have not returned. Both the Twin Kings and the Nobles are all puzzled – none sure whether the Ice Queen sent the dreadful demons to attack them, or if they came from a far and destroyed the distant country and it’s peoples.
The people are stirring themselves into rebellion, despite the fact that the dragons have been quiet for almost six months, the countries find themselves fearing the damned creatures more than attack from foreign enemies and so a bulletin is sent out across both empires: They are joining together in order to better defend themselves against the imminent threat of extinction… But is this action too little, too late?
So… Now it’s up to you to choose who you are and where you’re from. Do you fight and become a martyr for your lands or do you choose to simply live in fear and loathing, ducking and running, simply trying to keep your family or your tribe alive?
The Places:
[Zuri - this is swahili for 'Beauty' or 'Light'. I can't remember which. It's basically a world similar to our own, ruled over by three main Super-Powers {Ice Isle - think a cross between Russia and Iceland. The Plains - think the USA. And Nuru - think Africa}. It's a rich world full of culture, magic, secrecy and vibrant with new life and ideas]
Ice Isle - Far to the north of the realm lies a land that's covered in ice, even in the summer, when the ice melts the land is barren and bare. There's but one city, with numerous small settlements dotted across the land. It's by far the smallest of the three empires as far as land-mass is concerned, however it does have a formidable army.
The rough landscape is home to snowy white mountain goats and a breed of sturdy and reliable mountain ponys which are fabulous for heavy work though not built for speed. The cattle and sheep raised here are rare, though the wool from the sheep is the finest there is.
The people are fabulous warriors, their women fighting right besides their men. They're loyal, and often a hot-headed race of people, it's hard to tell the humans from the demons sometimes as here in this icy territory they all reside together.
During the winter months the land is covered in utter darkness. In this period the people rarely travel for this is the time when the spirits re-claim the land and the evil dark elves who reside in the mountains decide to come out and play.
This icy fortress of an island is controlled by a woman known as Queen Astridr, a beautiful and proud warrior who the people of the country rumour to be the daughter of Gunnarr, their God of War.
She is infact simply a Water Demon, one of the few pure-blooded demons remaining in the widely changing new world.
The Plains of The Princes - Simply referred to as The Plains, they are rich in variation. The subtle terrain goes from deep, lush forests to rolling hills covered in waving grasses. There are jagged mountain ridges, formidble raging rivers and beautiful sandy beaches. It is a land of plenty. The nobles rule over it along with the Royal Family, each family having power over each of the four main towns - the Royal Family residing in the Forbidden Palace at the center of The Plain's main flourishing city which rests on the east coast.
The Plains are rich in iron ore, and the farming land is fabulous, the people worked hard after the Great War to re-build their lands, it's unfortunate for them that this lushous continent seems to be the prime target for the dragons.
Nuru - These burning lands by far cover the largest amount of space than any of the other two Empires. The seeminly endless desert gives way only to fierce looking volcanoes, steep mountain ridges and spacious savannas which are characterised only by widely spaced scattered trees.
There are many tribes which co-exist quite peacefully in this deadly land, they respect both nature and each other.
The wildlife here is dangerous and more often than not poisonous. The spiders and reptils nearly all secrete some form of venom and foriegners often joke of how the only safe living thing on the whole continent is prehaps some of the livestock.
It's ruled over by two formidable warrior kings, known as the Twin Kings. These brothers control the two strongest tribes in the land and come together only in times of great war.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 12:35 am
The Classes:
Warrior: These are the men [and women] who live their life by the sword. For them, there is no greater honour than to die in battle serving their Empire. They’re strong and respected figures in all of society.
Their individual techniques and style however vary depending on what part of the realm they are from, and on their own personalities. Some, like the warriors of the north, prefer the battle axe or even spear – they thrive on the pure rage and impulse felt in battle, while the warriors of the plains often prefer a plain old sword and relish in a more tactical approach, however the people of the deserts are renowned for their fabulous archers and the stealth and speed of their foot soldiers.
Rogue: These sneaky little devils infest the cracks of every society. These people thrive on quick-thinking and being lithe enough to get out of any situation. If that fails, they’re often found to use natural charm or perhaps a glamour of stolen magic to trick their way out of trouble. They’re often ambitious and more often than not rely on simple, short range weapons such as a dagger, or throwing knives – honour among thieves has little meaning here – they’d much rather run than stand and fight.
Mage: This encompasses magic users in general, their exact profession may differ from healer to practitioner of the dark arts. Their talent, in the same way, also differs. Some may have natural magical talent, having been born with it, others my have learnt the craft of the arcane from books or from the handful of old masters which survive in this war-torn world. More often than not they have little knowledge of melee-style combat, although this depends on the individual.
Also, most Mages are found to draw their power from the elements: Earth, Air, Fire, and Water… Their personalities often resonating characteristics of said natural forces.
Peasant: Your average working-class citizen, loyal, trusting and often not very well educated they do have a fabulous knowledge of local plants and handling of animals. They have learnt to live simply, however in these hard times they’re finding they must change from the old ways and adapt to survive. Also, it is from the depths of this class that the rebellion is beginning – the people here are passionate and most have family’s to protect – these are the ones with something to loose and once rallied their anger is quite formidable.
Noble: King, Queen, Lord, Lady, Clan Master… Whatever the official title, it’s these people who are in charge. Talents and skills vary depending on the individual. Some are weak, some are strong – but the balance of power is beginning to tip and the lines between the two qualities are beginning to become blurred.
Please note: These are only guide lines, and if you take a look at the profile code you'll see it's possible to submit a sub-class. For example; If you put your class as Mage your sub-class may be Healer, or if you choose to be a Peasant the sub-class could be anything from Black-Smith to Ranger. The classes are not set in stone and are really quite flexible!
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 12:41 am
The Races:
-Demons [These reside almost entirely either in the icy confines of the northern continent or the burning regions of the east. Not very often found on the plains which are populated primarily by humans, who fear them almost as much as the dragon threat. Powers and such depend on each individual demon, but there are not many pure-bloods left.]
-Humans [There are more humans than any other race – however with their little knowledge of dragons and lack of magical energies their numbers are diminishing quickly]
-Half-Bloods [These out-casts are often shunned by the Elves and Demons who resent them, they view them as a threat to their very nature. However, humans welcome them, delighting in the magical protection which they are normally able and willing to give them]
-Elves [This ancient race is secretive at best. They reside deep within the forests of the plains. There is, however, a singular clan of renegade dark elves who live within the icy caverns in the north. Both classes of elves however refuse to affiliate themselves with anyone – they believe their knowledge, wisdom and power would only serve to corrupt the human race even further – however over the years trading relations between the Elves and the Humans has been improving]
-Dragons [These creatures came out of nowhere and little is known about them other than they appear to be trying to claim the realm of Zuri for themselves]
Note: At this point, I'd prefer if you consulted me before becoming a Dragon. I've never really role-played this race before and if anyone could give me an insight into these creatures I'd much appreciate it =]
Also, Demons are, mainly, BAD. Okay. Demons = Sadistic, cruel, callous sons of bitches. Please, not to many of these renegade, reformed, 'lets try and make-up for the sins of my brethrin' type Demons, 'kay?
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 12:57 am
The Rules:
_ Okay, people. You should know the deal by now, but here's the short of it;;
_Play it by the Gaian & Guild Rules.
_PG-13.
_Be polite.
_Keep it real - if you're evil, you're evil, if you're a goody-goody don't suddenly turn around and cut someone's head off, alright?
_Also, it's a medievil setting - no skate-boarding around with an AK and blowing people to bits with SCUD missiles.
_For crying out loud, just be sensible.
_Annoy me, and I will [politely, of course] ask you to remove your character from the RP.
_PM ALL PROFILES TO ME!
_Thankyou and enjoy.
The Profile Code: [Character Image]: If you don't have one, just leave this blank!
[The Puppeteer]: This is your Gaian name
[The Character]: This is your characters name
[Race]: Please select from the list provided
[Age]: Keep this relevant to the race. No 200 year old humans, thanks ^_^
[Alignment]: Good. Evil. Neurtral. Chaotic. It's your choice, be creative
[Class]: See list above
[Sub-Class]: Optional - you could put characters occupation here if you wished
[The Allegiance]: Where your character is from and currently resides - were they born on Ice Isle and moved to the Plains? Or are they of the firey Eastern Tribes on the continent of Nuru? You decide
[The Past]: Brief character history
[The Present]: Who they are, what they're like. Personality, tastes, style - what makes them tick?
[The Bigger Picture]: If you haven't submitted an image, or if you just prefer to write a detailed physical description of your character, then pop that here
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 12:59 am
The Characters:
[The Puppeteer]: AcidQueen
[The Character]: Freya Gunar
[Race]: Water Demon
[Age]: 26
[Alignment]: Chaotic
[Class]: Warrior
[Sub-Class]: Queen
[The Allegiance]: Born and bred on Ice Isle
[The Past]: Since she could remember, Freya had been trained in the ways of the warrior women – and of the Queen. The daughter of the Queen, Princess of the people she was always treated with respect. Men and women alike bowed down to her. Proclaimed her a gift from the Gods. Many had thought her mother would never find a match – but she did, eventually, find a fellow demon who was worthy of her and so she was the much delighted in result of a far from happy marriage.
Freya led a fruitful life until six years ago. It had consisted of hunting, drinking, spreading pride and wealth among the people and stirring them into believing in their country. She was a curious and adventurous girl, and as her mother had always forbidden her leaving The Isle, she contented herself with exploring the many icy mountain ridges. It was then that the dragons struck. The flew down from nowhere, across the ridges, right over the heads of her hunting party. She rode back to the city as fast as she could, but it was too late. It was in flames, and while they managed to put them out in due course, it was too late for her mother.
Freya now resides of Queen, trying to protect her nation from another attack from the b*****d dragons.
[The Present]: Freya is strong-willed and stubborn with a sadistic sense of humour and a temper to be reckoned with. She gives of an air of authority and power and delights in proving to any willing to fight her that she’s the strongest there is. Confident, arrogant, but not stupid, she has eyes like a hawk and a keen sense of hearing which often give her that advantage in battle. Her prize possession is a beautifully wrought sword made by the best blade-maker in the whole of Zuri, fashioned from the melted ore of her late mother’s blade. Her only soft spot is for her pet ravens, Eir and Gard.
[The Bigger Picture]: Almost six feet tall, she shares the height that most of her country-men retain. Her long, pale brown hair falls just below her shoulders and is often tied up in a tight knot at the back of her neck. Freya favours wearing brown leather breeches beneath a skirt of the pales blue, and will more often than not be seen wearing that colour – it stands in a monument to her mother.
Her startling blue eyes shift their tone with her moods – when angry they turn the darkest midnight blue, when happy a sparkling azure colour… But it’s been a long time since her court gazed upon her face when her eyes danced with the light of the sea.
[The Puppeteer]: ZyepherJinn
[The Character]: Zeke Lynari
[Race]: Please select from the list provided
[Age]: 16
[Alignment]: Neutral
[Class]: Rogue
[Sub-Class]: Warrior
[The Allegiance]: He was born in Nuru, but currently resides in the mountains on the plains.
[The Past]: His parents died from an illness when he was little, so he has lived alone for most of his life, occasinally staying in a house with others. He was taught to fight by others that he met on the road, filling in the gaps with his own style. He always has the sword on him, since it was a gift from a friend, he also normally has a dagger hidden in his sleeve.
[The Present]: Normally cold to people that he just runs into he opens up alot once he actually begins to trust them. He doesn't like really like people that are goody-goody twenty four seven, they get under his skin making him mad quickly. He only really wanders taking on random jobs for the right price. He loves fish and can normally be found be rivers staring at the fish. He can also be found out at night staring at the sky.
[The Bigger Picture]: He wears leather belts under his shirt that go from his waist to his chest. He also has 4" metal bands on his wrists.
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Posted: Thu Apr 12, 2007 1:32 am
The Announcements And Miscellaneous Stoof: x// April 2nd 2007, 9:27am GMT: The RP is now officially open and I look forwards to getting some PM's with some lovely interesting profiles.
Also, I'd like to thank anyone who's actually bothered reading this far. It's much appreciated - I don't often make my own threads so if anyone has any suggestions, that'd be lovely ^_^x// April 17 2007, 7:30pm GMT: Finally started posting =] I aplogize for the lack of work on this RP as I've been in the middle of switching homes and generally re-arranging my life. Feel free to join up/post whatever and whenever you want, I'm not going to be cracking the whip too much ^_^
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 11:18 am
Walking out of the small cave that he had been calling home for the last two weeks Zeke streched his muscles as he tried to wake up. Reaching for his sword on his back he started to train. Slashing at foes that only he could see, Seems like a nice day today. Kinda wish it was raining though, when it rains fish normally come up closer to the water.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 11:28 am
The wind was chill, cutting through clothing and piercing the skin like a thousand needles, even though the ships current position was over a days sail from the Island itself.
Freya stood by the starboard rail, peering out at the ever grey horizon wishing for a change of scenery from the steely depths of the ocean. Other than a stray whale, she saw nothing, and already the Queen found herself becoming frustrated with this journey.
They'd been at sea but one day, and already she was willing for them to arrive at some form of land soon.
It was the first time she'd ever left her home of Ice Isle. It was a first for all of them but the Captain of the royal vessel, but even for him it had been years since he'd braved the oceans between the continents.
A soft sigh escaped her freezing lips. It was a futile mission, prehaps, but they'd had no contact with the outside world since before the dragons had attacked. Her people were struggling to survive their land's ruthless winters, and every year was only getting harder.
This journey to the other empires was both one of aid and... Freya's train of thought paused as she reflected over the past few years. Particularly stark in her mind was the memory of her mothers funeral pyre... She supposed what she sought could only be called revenge. Even if the people of the foreign lands refused to help her - assuming that any of them were even left alive - Freya was determined to seek out and destroy as many of the blasted dragons as she could, even on her own, if that was what it came down to...
Her pale face hardened as she thought of the task ahead, eyebrows furrowed she remained at the rail for many an hour simply reflecting, plotting and praying that what she found within the remaining empires was none the worse than her own.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 11:42 am
Finishing up his training Zeke went back into the cave. Making a small meal, he finished off the last of his supplies, "Hmm, looks like I'm going into town." Finishing his food, Zeke headed towards the nearby port town. I like going to this town, there are lots of fish. Maybe I'll get some fish for dinner tonite. A smile formed on Zeke face as he thought of the fish dinner.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 12:19 pm
The time on board the ship seemed to simply drag past.
Minutes, hours, days, they all seemed to blend into one.
Every second felt like so much more to Freya, who hated being confined to such a small space, she longed for land and finally, it appeared the Gods had answered her wishes.
The sky was beginning to darken when a shout went up from the crows nest. Land had been spotted on the horizon. The ship was suddenly a flurry of activity, and sensing she was somewhat in the way Freya moved below deck to her quaters and did her best to fall asleep... They would reach land sometime the next morning providing the winds kept steering them as they were.
It was with reliefe that Freya awoke the next morning to find the ship was anchoring itself just of the shore of a small inlet.
Hastening herself to get ready, she cautiously fastened on some chain mail beneath the shirt and cloak ensemble which she wore and slipped on a pair of rich leather pants.
Making her way up onto the deck she stared thoughtfully across at the land. What they could see was a small sandy bay, which led back up a small slope and turned into rich woodlands.
The crew and the Queen quickly came up with a sound plan for landing on these foreign shores. They were to take the rowing boat to shore and secure the beach and surrounding area. They were then going to go and scout out the land, before proceeding around the coastal area to find a town to gather both news and supplies, and then proceed with their mission from there.
The water seemed so choppy, that the reliefe Freya felt at clambering out of the craft and onto the beach was almost over whelming.
Her dark blue eyes surveyed the new land with the utmost curiousity.
'So, this is it... I finally made it.'
Somehow, she'd expected the first time she landed in a strange land to be so much different... It was almost disappointing not to find that there was no village to plunder or some furious locals threatening her and her countrymen. There was nothing like a little bit of bloodshed to start the day off...
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 1:56 pm
Dropping off the stuff from his trip into town off at his cave, Zeke decided to make up a quick meal. "Mmm, I can't wait I bet that this fish will be so good!" Starting up a small fire outside the cave Zeke began to roast the fish. When it was cooked to perfection, Zeke started to dig in, letting the fire warm his bones.
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 2:24 pm
With a grim expression on her face she stared at the men that made up the company which had joined her in exploring this strange new land. There were ten of them, eleven including herself. They were a loyal bunch, most of them were human save for Gunn, her personal advisor who was a demon just like herself. His skin gleamed in the sunlight, so dark it looked almost black sometimes. He certainly stood out amongst their company, most of which bore the average blonde or auburn hair and pale skin which were the traits of their race, Gunn stood, like a wolf amongst the sheep...
Taking a deep breath she ended the battle that had been going on in her mind and began giving out orders. She instructed Gunn to stay on the beach and keep guard, waving off his protests. She split the rest of the men into three groups of three and told them to spread out and methodicly search the land around them. However, Freya made it perfectly clear that were any of them to happen upon life they were to avoid it as much as possible and report their findings back to her on the beach in an hour.
After finishing her comands she stood in silence watching her men depart, lost in thought, until a voice cut through and brought her back to reality.
"My lady, I really don't think you should wander off on your own. You don't know what you might find... I must insist, for your own safety-"
It was here that Freya spun round to face her advisor, a mighty sneer darkening her beautiful features.
"It is not your place to insist anything! I am your Queen, and I shall do as I please. You are not my father and I advise you to stop acting like him!" She laughed scornfully, already setting off across the sands at an ever quickening pace, "Besides, you and I both know these lands are plagued with nought but feeble humans. I have my axe and my knife. I assure you, Gunn, that I'll be just fine..."
Nevertheless, once she was out of sight of her unwary advisor, she slowed her pace, treading cautiously beneath the canopy of the trees. The fact that Gunn had dared to caution her made her think twice of simply rushing around these strange new lands. He had a point, she didn't know what she might find.
And that was when she smelt it, straight ahead and a little to her right, there was a fire. The scent hit her nostrels so sharply it was hard not for her to flinch. Swiftly, but slowly she began negotiating her way between the trees until she was at such a point where she could peer out from behind one of the great oaks and view the source of such a smell.
There wasn't much to see... There was someone there, just out of view, but she dared not go much closer incase she was seen. Freya held her breathe, calculating the angle and postition of the character in relevance to herself - if she could only shift round slightly she may have been able to throw her dagger and disable the stranger long enough to ask a few questions...
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Posted: Tue Apr 17, 2007 3:23 pm
Hearing something off in the woods, Zeke stopped eating. Turning towards the sound he shouts out, "Hey if anyone is there you don't have to hide. I have some food if you're hungry." Zeke held up his second fish, "Its ok, I would enjoy the company."
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Posted: Wed Apr 18, 2007 12:13 pm
Freya froze on her spot. Her eyes flashing with frustration at letting herself be spotted by someone. Cautiously, she drew a beautifully wrought dagger from the sheath on her belt and edged out of her hiding place, standing defiantly before the stranger.
"I wish for none of your... food." Her brow furrowed as she studied this stranger curiously. He seemed neither scared nor weary... Prehaps the fear and bad luck which had plagued her own lands did not exist in these lands.
"I demand you tell me which of the Empires this is, stranger!" Freya's voiced lacked some of it's usual authority, her anger tinged somewhat by confusion and wonder.
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Posted: Thu Apr 19, 2007 5:33 am
"All I know is that we're on the plains." Zeke sheepishly rubbed the back of his head, "I'm a hermit you see, I go into town everyonce and a while for supplies, but even then I don't ask many questions." Zeke held the second fish towards the stranger, "You sure you don't want it? Its really good, and if you come sit by the fire we won't have to shout." Noticing the dagger that the stranger held Zeke smiled, "You don't have to worry I won't hurt you. I only fight when it is nessecery, to much bloodshed wounds the soul."
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