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Post by LordTerrible on Feb 20, 2005 9:40:35 GMT -5
BEHOLD! The world of Sakana lies before your eyes, in handy map-form! This roleplay starts in the town of Satim, a medium-sized town situated near the river of Morningvein. Satim nourishes itself primarily from farming, and a wee bit of fishing from the nearby river. The townsfolk are simple people, with the common necessities. Blacksmith, school, a market, a branch of the Mage Academy, and very modest defence facilities. Locally, Satim is considered a large city with it's approximately 400 inhabitants, but it truly is a little piece of the complex political landscape of Sakana. Cyrene, Mesovar and Easaret forms what is commonly referred to as the trading triangle, in the middle of this triangle lies Fort Strakoll, governed by a coalition of the three cities, effectively being the strongest political influence on the island. Currently situated in Satim we have... BATTLEName: Thamior ElgaronRace: Half-Elf Appearance: Being a half-elf(named half-human among elves) Thamior has noticably longer ears then a normal human, though not quite as long as an elfs. He isn't as as slim and dextrous as normal elves. He has long brown hair and green eyes. He wears green clothing and carries a shortbow and a short sword of elven design. He is build quite muscular for one with elven blood. Skills: Mad 1337 ranger skillz!!!11 (Although he carries a short sword as well) SOLARName: Orodreth CiryatanRace: Elf Appearance: 1,69 metres tall, slim, with (gold-like) blond hair, and green eyes. He normally wears light clothes, and on his side hangs a light sword, which is quite old. He sometimes walks around with a book, since he likes to read. Skills: Can handle a sword a little, but is more skilled with the arts of magic. Since his love for nature and life is great, he mainly specialises in the natural kind of magic, making him a druid, rather than a mage. KAISERName: Molloc ConsiliumRace: Human Occupation: Dark Guardian / Evil Paladin / Lean mean mage-smashing machine Brief History: He went bad. Peronality: He's not very nice. Skills: Swords, big shiny armours, saving maidens in despair and liberating them of at least one of their ailments. Terry Pratchett joke! Argh! He's everywhere ;DAMAUNATORName: Kroro ResnyanRace: Human Appearance: Long, slim person with brown,intelligent and staring eyes. Brown hair, triangular head and relatively strong arms and legs from working on the fields in his youth. He seems well fed and bred and dresses in plain light brown (cloack) and dark brown pants, shirt. Skills: Conjurer Mage / Support dude. Has a golem to do his dirty work. BLUDGEONMANName: Tuskar BolemRace: Human Appearance: A bit shorter than average and quite skinny. He has long, thick, unkempt hair and eyes that seem a little too big for his face. He wears a long coat over his normal clothes, and a satchel over one shoulder. The only self-defence equipment he carries is a knife, which hangs in its sheath at his waist, and his trusty crossbow. Skills: A bit of a jack-of-all-trades, but mostly concerned with mechanics and the inner workings of things. He's very inquisitive. He mostly relies on a crossbow for self-defence.
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Post by LordTerrible on Feb 20, 2005 9:41:07 GMT -5
BattleF08
Name: Thamior Elgaron Race: Half-Elf
Appearence: Being a half-elf(named half-human among elves) Thamior has noticably longer ears then a normal human, though not quite as long as an elfs. He isn't as as slim and dextrous as normal elves. He has long brown hair and green eyes. He wears green clothing and carries a shortbow and a short sword of elven design. He is build quite muscular for one with elven blood.
Biography: Thamior grew up amongst the Elves in the forest, gaining their love for nature and life and learned basic swordsplay and archery from them, though he is nowhere near as good as he would like to think he is. As a Half-Elf though, he grew up a lot faster then the elven children, leaving his childhood friends behind. His childhood ended after 20 years, extremely short in elven terms, who age much slower and live lifes spanning centuries. This time was too short to learn the intricacies of elven art and culture so Thamior kind was kind of out of place in his community. He also had no interest in arcane magic.
Not long after he became overwhelmed with wanderlust and left behind the village he knew. He travelled to the cities. He was quickly overwhelmed by the fastmoving human culture in all it's diversities. He spend 3 months in the cities exploring human culture. He saw wonderful, but also a lot of disturbing things. He saw Evil people and suffering and greed. Though there was also beauty and happiness he failed to see how he could possibly be happy in this busy place devoid of nature's blessings and returned to his village.
Once there though he discovered his village had been attacked by bandits and his mother had been killed defending it. He spend a year grieving, wandering the forest around the village. During this time he found a lost wolf cub and raised it himself. He called the wolf Valior and it became a close companion. He also encountered the damage poachers did to the wildlife and forest.
He left a year later with nothing but a some weapons and his loyal young wolf companion Valior to find a stretch of forest to call his own and protect it.
He currently lives in a forest near Satim. A trade route travels through the area and besides just protecting the forest from poachers, evil and unnatural things he also keeps a watchful eye on the travellers. Ready to protect them from harm and help out, should the need arrise.
Personality: Thamior is always ready to stand up for what is right in his vision. He strongly disapproves of Evil and unnatural things, such as undead. He loves nature and his best friend is his wolf Valior. He is stubborn at times, though not afraid to admit when he was wrong. He doesn't like the cities and is a bit claustrophobic, but will go if it is neccesary. Thamior is smart, but he is not very wise, which can get him in trouble.
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Post by LordTerrible on Feb 20, 2005 9:41:20 GMT -5
Solar
Name: Orodreth Ciryatan. Race: Elf.
Race statistics: Elves are slimmer, and normally a little smaller than humans, and have less strenght. They are slightly faster, having better reflexes and such, and all elves have a connection to magic, though only those that specialise in it can be a real threat. Due to their connection to magic, they also live longer.
There are few elves left, as they reproduce slower, and bands of human bandits have attacked them often, in hope to get magical treasures, which often don't even exist.
Biography: Originally an elf from a region near the Eventide river, his parents left when he was young, to find a more peaceful place, since bandits had been troubling their village. They had traveled all the way to Satim, but while they were traveling down the Morningvein, a bear attacked them, and his father sacrificed his life to save his wife and son.
When he was 10, his mother fell ill and she died, and he lived with a local farmer for several years. In that time a group of goblins attacked them sometimes, and he learned to fight with (not too heavy) swords, able to vanquish goblins by fast blows. Still, in his heart he knew that he was not a real fighter. That was proven when a goblin captain nearly killed him, though he was saved by the farmer, who had fired an arrow straight in the goblins neck.
Archery was truly terrible for him. He had shot some rabbits, but for every rabbit he shot, he had lost over 20 arrows, to the frustration of the farmer.
It was when he was 16 that he first discovered his talent for magic, when he was trying to light a fire. For when he was about to give up, due to a lack of dry wood, a flame seemed to come out of his hand, and it set the wet wood on fire, though it quickly went out again.
From that moment, he began studying magic. He has learned to cast some minor spells, and with those, he had been able to scare away the weaker goblins.
Now, 28 years old, which is very young for an elf, he has mastered the basics of magic. Able to cast simple spells, he finally realises that the farming life is nothing for him. Therefore, he wishes to travel in the lands, and learn as much as he can about magic.
Character: Though he's shy, he can be quite charismatic. He's a person who likes to learn as much as possible, and tries not to get into a fight. He doesn't like to go into the melee, since though his sword skills aren't exactly terrible, he has only little physical strenght. He likes to read, and is often silent, thinking about many things, like life and death. He can be both joyful and serious, though he'll only act freely if he's in company of friends...
Appearence: 1,69 metres tall, slim, with (gold-like) blond hair, and green eyes. He normally wears light clothes, and on his side hangs a light sword, which is quite old. He sometimes walks around with a book, since he likes to read.
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Post by LordTerrible on Feb 20, 2005 9:41:41 GMT -5
Kaiser
Name: Molloc Consilium Race: Human
Grew up in a cesspit of moral filth in the slums of Cyrene. Wasn't really to concerned about escaping it nor did he make any vows "to save his folks" or anything like that. Luckily he was exceptionally good at mugging unwary people while accompanied by lots of other kids.
Being puny he never got the gold. He got the left overs. Which usually was the books. He didn't teach himself to read, not having the will or intelligence, his parents did, one having a limited education.
So with nothing much to do in the slums, he read. And as he read he got more and more anticipation for the next visit of an ignorant noble wandering about his nobility, or the necromancer hiding from those forces of light and inquisition.
In the books of the nobles he read the stories of the deeds of the great paladins. How they would seek out those foul practioners of dark magic and slay them. How they would hunt the Ancient and Evil Races and slay them without mercy.
And little Molloc was quite disillusioned.
Why were they called "heroes"? They destroyed freedom, they made people agree with their own beliefs. They slew innocemt creatures simply because if one dragon eats a sheep then the whole race is the greatest terror a
nd darkness ever to stalk the land and must be completely annihilated!
But in the books of the dark wizards he saw a different story. People who shunned comfort and safety, who lived underground to escape persecution, who risked their lives for research for the good of all humanity.
As he grew up his humble origins meant proffesion was hard to come by. Like many poor he joined the brotherhood of monks (yes! monks!) who did all the hard and tedious jobs at the temple of light in Cyrene. He was not paid, but he got a roof over his head as well as a regular meal.
Here he saw the corruption of the Priesthood. He applied to become a Paladin but was laughed out, the fact he lacked a title of "Duke" or "Baron" meaning he was thrown out without second thought.
So he became a member of the Dark Guardians, Paladins who served evil purposes. They were far less demanding, taking people of any birt, as long as they demonstrated a certain level of ability and immorality. He worked his way up from squire, to a lowly knight.
Now Molloc roams the land seeking to dispel the illusions and lies taught by the holy priests. He is the protector of the persecuted and a liberator from the Inquisitors. He now finds himself in Satim
Their was ample opportunity to rob capitalist trade caravans on the way while in the service of local bandits.
Amoral, indifferent and rather condscending, he's not a popular person. He follows most of the laws, even if he doesn't agree with them. And like most Paladins, he has innate dislike for every kind of sorcery. Though he tolerates those that use the dark arts, he is likely to slay the more benevolent ones if he can.[Note for Kaiser]: Could you please use this colour code: Since it is infinitely more readable than the default "red" one you are using now?
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Post by LordTerrible on Feb 20, 2005 9:42:02 GMT -5
Amaunator
Name: Kroro Resnyan Race: Human
Built: He's a long, slim person with brown,intelligent and staring eyes. Brown hair, triangular head and relatively strong arms and legs from working on the fields in his youth. He seems well fed and bred and dresses in plain light brown (cloack) and dark brown pants, shirt. He's not very charismatic but gets along well enough with people to know when to shut up.
Type: He is a born magician, unlike all the others in his family he was born with a magical heritage that made him able to craft and conjure many small items (including gold) for his family, helping them to gain some advancement in their status.
Bio: He comes from the farms around Satim. His parents are normal farmers and had no real time and money for him to go to college or school in general. They depend somewhat on his magical skills to acquire more standing. Their crops have been fertile and the prices have been high the latest of years luckily and there was money enough to have Kroro take some lessons with a wizard in the town of Satim.
The man had never before seen such a young sorcerer he said and offered to teach Kroro for free, provided he'd be the next teacher in town when he himself would die. Of course, Kroro's parents immediately agreed, for it would enhance their stature some more and Kroro would have a full-time job too. He was taught languages common to the land, both written and spoken and increased his power in conjuring and enchanting. At the tender age of sixteen he was already able to conjure a small clay soldier to guard his parent's properties and fields from vandals and crows.
His magical skills kept on growing and while he got more distanced from his parents because they didn't recognise their little boy in him anymore, he decided to go his own way in life. His teacher saw to it that Kroro would hold true to his promise with a magical amulet that would always remind him of returning.
Now 21, he has come to Satim to look for another job to do. Accompanied by his 'now' stone golem (as big as Kroro, 186 cm) he is now standing around at the village square of Satim, thinking about this future.
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Post by LordTerrible on Feb 20, 2005 9:42:33 GMT -5
Bludgeonman
Name: Tuskar Bolem Race: Human
Build/Appearance: A bit shorter than average and quite skinny. He has long, thick, unkempt hair and eyes that seem a little too big for his face. He wears a long coat over his normal clothes, and a satchel over one shoulder. The only self-defence equipment he carries is a knife, which hangs in its sheath at his waist.
Type: He's not particularly strong, and only able to practice very basic magics, but he has a knack for crafting things. He's good with his hands, making him quite effective with small weapons, though he would rarely try to get into a fight.
Bio: He was born and raised in Satim, but he and his family have travelled quite extensively, though staying away from any dangerous areas. On their many journeys, Tuskar met many people. Merchants, craftsmen, even a few magicians took an interest in the little boy. They taught him things, little tricks of the trade that not everyone knows about, giving him a general insight into how things work. Eventually, they settled in Cyrene, where they set up a small inn. Tuskar wasn't happy though. He disliked the claustrophobic streets of the city, and as soon as he was old enough, he moved out of his parent's inn and set off back to his birthplace. He's quiet, but inquisitive and hates not knowing the mechanics of things. Therefore, it seems right to him to see as much of the world as possible, to glean as much knowledge from it as he can. Unfortunately, he doesn't know where to start...
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Post by Amaunator on Feb 20, 2005 9:45:39 GMT -5
Nice reserving spots , guess we can begin the rp, allow me The dusty road of life runs over hills and streams in front of young Kroro's eyes while he stares at the people of Satim. It's market day, saturday and everyone came to buy the precious items the merchants carry with them from Mesovar to Cyrene. He seems stupidified, silent and neglects any sounds or sights around him. The people barter and trade all around him, money flows freely over the counters and people own fat profits in the farmer's town of Satim. With his stone golem standing beside him and his shady appearance, Kroro is being avoided by many people and looked at from many corners of the square by old men and women. He couldn't care less, for he wonders where he'll be in many years from now. He looks holds the amulet that he received from his master high and looks at it, the sun reflecting its light upon it. The amulet is a sign for him to return here later on, but he honestly doesn't think that the amulet alone willl be enough to force him. This town had so little to give him. Staring across the square he looks at the gates of Vein, pointing South they are the road to Mesovar, avoiding the hazardous plains of the dragons and making a bow to the West before ever reaching the desert. He watches and breathes, standing against the fountain, waiting for something to happen.
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Post by Solar on Feb 20, 2005 9:48:27 GMT -5
Ok... Any quest available maybe? Like hunting goblin captains?*Silently, Orodreth leaves the farm he has lived in for a long time, and heads to the nearby village of Satim.* *Walking next to the river, he enjoys listening to the music of the water, and the beauty of nature.* *Whisteling, he walks on, unknowing of the wary eyes spying him from behind the trees...* Just gonna get myself the first official run-in with a goblin (weakest kind)...
Ps: This is NOT because I want to be the first... Just for ammy's information...
Changed char to DRUID!
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Post by LordTerrible on Feb 20, 2005 10:12:20 GMT -5
Solar halts suddenly, turning around and looking into the forest along the path, with a notion that someone.. or something.. might be observing him. True enough, he sees a pair of yellow eyes among the leaves, but the sight is quickly replaced by a few shaking leaves and the sound of a little creature speeding off into the undergrowth.
Meanwhile at the town square, another sound is added to the scurry of the marketplace. The herald has arrived, carrying a message from the town's mayor, Mayor Haggar. "I've been kidnapped"! ;D Just kidding.
*Tolls the Herald's Bell once*
HEAR YE, HEAR YE!!!
*Tolls the Herald's Bell twice*
I CARRY WITH ME A PROCLAMATION FROM THE MAYOR!
*Tolls the Herald's Bell thrice, everyone is listening now.*
The honourable Mayor Haggar offers a bounty of 5 cows to the one or ones that succesfully makes an ending to the occasional Goblin raids!
*hangs up a notification on the Towne Billboarde, with a description of the situation and a map* (soon to come)
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Post by Solar on Feb 20, 2005 10:21:44 GMT -5
*Orodreth looks around him, but there doesn't seem to be anything near. Nontheless, he quickens his pace, knowing that if it was a goblin, that he'd be back with some friends...* *Soon he sees the southern gates of Satim coming nearer and nearer, yet still he listens carefully for any sounds, not trusting the silence that now hangs in the forest...*
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Post by The Kaiser on Feb 20, 2005 10:31:18 GMT -5
*From a doorway in the town square, Molloc looked upon the town cryer with distaste. He then mutters to himself, its quite threaputic... and insane*
All that shouting, poor man. Must be terrible not being interesting enough to get attention any other way.
*He laughs gently as a cloud lowers the light level by passing under the sun*
Slay Goblins for cows? I rather like Goblins, despite their pitiful power and utter ineptitude to be anything better than lackeys. I wonder if the local Goblin chieftain would be looking for mercenaries? Gold is so much more valuable than livestock.
No doubt some simple, moronic and inbred farmboys will walk by and think that this is the best reward in the world, and then I'll have to kill them.
*The figure unfolded his arms and wandered over to the stickied map and details. He looks over it carefully, memorising the details*
Who knows, maybe those smelly little green half-lings have connections.
And of course if they refuse my services...
*He puts his hand on his sheathed blade, and then strolls into the nearest tavern, for stocking up... with drink*
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Post by Amaunator on Feb 20, 2005 10:35:03 GMT -5
Kroro doesn't miss a blink since the herald had started his proclamation. He was just about to head out the gate and start off things, when he remembered that he had no food or water whatsoever.
He heads off towards the tavern to get himself a backpack of sorts.
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Post by BattleF08 on Feb 20, 2005 10:37:43 GMT -5
Thamior is walking through the forest, gathering food for the day to feed him and his wolf Valior. He knows what's good to eat and where to find it. Already he has collected some tasty berries and nutritious mushrooms.
Right now he's following the tracks of a group of deer with his wolf. The tracks are new so they're sneaking through the forest to prevent the deer from being startled by them. It's not long before they encounter the group. He decides to try out a new hunting tactic he has trained with his wolf the last few weeks.
He gives Valior the stay command and tries to sneak around the foraging deer through the undergrowth. He has to be really careful not to be heard or spotted. His green outfit helps him camouflage. He had a close call when he broke a branch and alerted the deer, but after waiting for a minute the deer calmed down again.
Four minutes later Thamior and his wolf are on opposite sides of the deer and Thamior whistles. The deer jump up to run away when Valior charges in and tries the grab one. The deer quickly run in the opposite direction where Thamior lies in wait with an arrow on his bow ready to fire. He aims carefully, avoiding any young and pregnant animals and fires...
5 minutes later he is walking through the forest with a deer over his shoulder. Nothing of the deer will go to waste. It shall keep him and his wolf companion fed or a long time.
Thamior looks over his shoulder several times. He knows the rumors from traders that goblins sometimes travel through this part of the forest. Yesterday he found a few footprints to prove it. Weird small disfigured footprints...
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Post by Solar on Feb 20, 2005 10:44:06 GMT -5
*Finally, Orodreth arrives at the village, noticing many people are exited...* *He sees a man with a bell, and walks to him, asking what is going on...* *He hears the entire story...* Hmm... I'd like to give the farmer a last surprise... A cow would be nice! *Thinks...* Well, doing it alone would be hard. Though on the other hand, I won't have arguments! Ah well, I still have to collect that book from the keeper of the tavern! I hope he hasn't forgotten I lent it to him... *Enters tavern, and heads to the barkeeper...*
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Post by LordTerrible on Feb 20, 2005 10:50:39 GMT -5
Barkeep: Hey Orodreth! Hold on I got a book for ya.. *hands Orodreth The Hungry Hungry Scorpicore*
s'a good book there, I enjoyed reading it to my kiddo Here, have an ale onna house!!*Orodreth receives a mug of stale ale*
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