Darkness Under Cold Stones
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Dire Lemming
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Land Outcast said:Basically she is someone to fall upon, one of the four important people in town. (Note: not one of the four most important, but of "the important"... a small town it is)
I should have stressed the freedom given to players in this case... basically you can create (as Rhun and Scotley did, and halfrogman at a later stage) part of the world around you... but I digress... that'll be of use if this game carries on, which is still to be proved...
Basically for the time being I'm only lacking Vodamn's description of his character, right?
This might help me come up with some more fluff for my character, even if it's nothing more than some place names.
Land Outcast
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[sblock=halfrogman]Sister of the Flame Danya Nolwit: A mature human Sister of the Flame, well into her years but with her body fit as it was fifteen year ago, even her hair conserves it’s firey red colour. After coming into town twenty years ago, even tough the people were grateful for her being there at a difference with the normally itinerant priests, she refused to have a temple built; instead, a small shrine was raised in front of her house. Even tough some feel aggravated by their sons and/or daughters leaving town because of their faith (actually because of themselves, the Brotherhood of the Flame just gave them the possibility to fulfill their urges), she is still generally liked and has under her tutelage at the present day four adepts.[/sblock]
Land Outcast
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Oh... 
I wonder if anyone noticed I've been updating the first post with information about the region and some of the history of the place... maybe I should have noted that before...
I wonder if anyone noticed I've been updating the first post with information about the region and some of the history of the place... maybe I should have noted that before...
Dire Lemming
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I love fluff, it's too bad I'm only really good at making it with a clothes drier. :\
I'm going to post my fluffitized character history here and edit this post when I update it. Tell me what you think, especially you Scotley. If you want to help me come up with more stuff about the "assassination attempt" that'd be great.
[sblock='History']Many who walk the path of the adventurer do so to escape some dark past. Shoon is not one of them as far as he knows.
Shoon never knew his parents. The teachers and students at the Shining Heart Monastery in which he was raised, deep within the western Couatl Mountains, were his family. This particular monastery was dedicated to the sun goddess Amaterasu, so as he grew up he was taught both strength and compassion. He spent his early life learning from the monks and training to become one of them. He excelled at tests of agility and speed and at the age of seventeen was accepted fully into the order.
It was soon after this that his old master met with him and told him that it was time for him to leave. “I can see that you still have thoughts of your past.” Said Katsuichi Sensei, “One that does not know himself can never truly be at peace. You must go and find that which you seek.” Shoon bowed and started to leave but his Sensei stopped him, “Remember the teachings of Amaterasu, they will guide you well. Teach those you meet of strength and compassion.” He left the next morning, heading east.
Shoon does not yet understand the complexities of the world outside the monastery, so he is rarely suspicious of others without good reason. He also tends to view things simplistically when it comes to morality. He generally does not kill without a good reason since it is just as easy for him to subdue a foe in most cases. Recently he has discovered that bounty hunting is a good way to both bring criminals to justice and support himself during his travels.
Just a few weeks ago, while taking supper at a roadside inn, he heard something that piqued his interest, the Order of the Duskblades had attempted a to assassinate Duke Rolgarth of Dowain, in retaliation he had attacked their citadel and placed a mass bounty on every one of there heads, it was said that many had fled northwards after their failed mission. It might as well have been a sign from the goddess herself, the next day at sunrise he saddled "Beam" and headed north without even remembering to purchase winter clothes, eager to teach these foul traitors the error of their ways. He would regret his impulsiveness.[/sblock]
Well, I made it more about the teachings and less about the deity herself. And I added a new name for the monastery. I was going to go for Radiant Heart but then I realized they're already a bunch of Paladins.
I'm going to post my fluffitized character history here and edit this post when I update it. Tell me what you think, especially you Scotley. If you want to help me come up with more stuff about the "assassination attempt" that'd be great.
[sblock='History']Many who walk the path of the adventurer do so to escape some dark past. Shoon is not one of them as far as he knows.
Shoon never knew his parents. The teachers and students at the Shining Heart Monastery in which he was raised, deep within the western Couatl Mountains, were his family. This particular monastery was dedicated to the sun goddess Amaterasu, so as he grew up he was taught both strength and compassion. He spent his early life learning from the monks and training to become one of them. He excelled at tests of agility and speed and at the age of seventeen was accepted fully into the order.
It was soon after this that his old master met with him and told him that it was time for him to leave. “I can see that you still have thoughts of your past.” Said Katsuichi Sensei, “One that does not know himself can never truly be at peace. You must go and find that which you seek.” Shoon bowed and started to leave but his Sensei stopped him, “Remember the teachings of Amaterasu, they will guide you well. Teach those you meet of strength and compassion.” He left the next morning, heading east.
Shoon does not yet understand the complexities of the world outside the monastery, so he is rarely suspicious of others without good reason. He also tends to view things simplistically when it comes to morality. He generally does not kill without a good reason since it is just as easy for him to subdue a foe in most cases. Recently he has discovered that bounty hunting is a good way to both bring criminals to justice and support himself during his travels.
Just a few weeks ago, while taking supper at a roadside inn, he heard something that piqued his interest, the Order of the Duskblades had attempted a to assassinate Duke Rolgarth of Dowain, in retaliation he had attacked their citadel and placed a mass bounty on every one of there heads, it was said that many had fled northwards after their failed mission. It might as well have been a sign from the goddess herself, the next day at sunrise he saddled "Beam" and headed north without even remembering to purchase winter clothes, eager to teach these foul traitors the error of their ways. He would regret his impulsiveness.[/sblock]
Well, I made it more about the teachings and less about the deity herself. And I added a new name for the monastery. I was going to go for Radiant Heart but then I realized they're already a bunch of Paladins.
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Land Outcast
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Good, good...
This is coming out nicely... Of course, all information is vague, and little more than rumors, but the reward is quite real...
Hum... the followers of Amaterasu (feel free to give them a more inspired name), a splinter cell of "The Shining Ones" who, while retaining the discipline of the original faith, adopted the more merciful and caring aspect of the new faith...
I'm thinking on making gods be equivalent to multifacetical concepts: people refer to them by aspects, but those aspects are whichever the person chooses: Fire, Kossuth, Pelor, Reorx, Inferna, or whatever they please... of course, there are a few "instituted names". (Example: Amaterasu for said monastery for said concept)
This is coming out nicely... Of course, all information is vague, and little more than rumors, but the reward is quite real...
Hum... the followers of Amaterasu (feel free to give them a more inspired name), a splinter cell of "The Shining Ones" who, while retaining the discipline of the original faith, adopted the more merciful and caring aspect of the new faith...
I'm thinking on making gods be equivalent to multifacetical concepts: people refer to them by aspects, but those aspects are whichever the person chooses: Fire, Kossuth, Pelor, Reorx, Inferna, or whatever they please... of course, there are a few "instituted names". (Example: Amaterasu for said monastery for said concept)
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Dire Lemming
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I just suddenly thought of an entirely different history for my character, it's allot more interesting, has allot more to do with the world, and allot less to do with my character class. It's still got allot to do with your character though Scotley. If it seemd like I'm ripping off a video game, it’s because I am. Anyway, tell me what you think. Ok, here goes.
[sblock=’Secondary History’]War came suddenly to the Queendom of Felunus, though not unexpectedly. The nearby Kingdom of Dowain had been expanding its borders for years now, ever since Duke Rolgarth had gained supreme command of its army. At first Felunus had attempted to remain neutral in the conflict, but as it’s weaker neighbors slowly succumbed it became clear that something must be done. Overruling the majority of the senate, Queen Kellena declared war on Dowain. Despite the initial doubts the war went extremely well. The queen’s husband Lord Cerod, Commander of the Queen’s Knights, was as masterful a military leader as his wife was a politician, and many expected Dowain to sue for peace as they were pushed farther and farther back towards their original territory.
In fact, Dowain had lost more soldiers to desertion than to Falunan steel, but Duke Rolgarth refused to surrender, doing everything in his power to hide the truth about the war from the king. He desperately required new allies and he called for help from the Order of Dusk, who had thus far remained neutral in the conflict, observing the war from their great citadel high in the northern mountains. They refused, and Rolgarth, furious but helpless could do nothing but continue losing troops. One night he received a strange visitor, a young man appeared in his bedchamber, soundlessly, and spoke to him, in a quiet, emotionless voice. “Rolgarth of Dowain, you have need of allies at this time, your last hope, the Order of Dusk, has refused you. Know that we are Nether Blade, w are darkness given thought and we shall assist you. In return, we merely request that when you are victorious, you remember our aid.” He said, his face an empty mask. Rolgarth’s agreement was immediate, nodding eagerly he said, “Yes, yes, anything you desire. I will tell you what to do. In the temples to the east and west of Sol Falunas there are a shield and a sword. The Shield of Dawn and the Sword of Dusk. Take them, without their power Falunus shall falter, then you may slay their pitiful wench, queen. I shall have my victory and you, your reward.” The man nodded silently, “Very well, know this Rolgarth, do not attempt to betray us, you will not enjoy the consequences.” And with that, he leapt from the bedroom window, and was gone. Not a week later he received word that there had been a massacre within the east and west sun temples of Falunus and that the sword and shield were gone. With that he redirected his forces for revenge on the Duskblades for what he saw as their betrayal.
Prince Zhalan, despite being the eldest child of the queen was never raised to rule, since he was never in line for the throne. Still, as a member of the royal family he had many obligations. He was often send as a diplomat to various neighboring lands and so learned to appreciate the ways of others. His father also insisted that he learn physical combat as the wilderness was still dangerous, even with his personal bodyguard, Sion at his side at almost all times. The Prince took to these lessons eagerly, not only because of his father’s praise but also because of Sion, they had known each other since his father had brought her to the palace as a small child and at the age of 7 allowed her to become a squire in the Queen’s Knights, something unheard of at the time. In any case, she had been his shadow since then and though she was supposed to protect him, and was quite capable of it, he didn’t wish to see her put herself in harms way. While his mother was a compassionate and good woman, she was a queen, and was always very busy with royal affairs, so he spent most of his free time playing with his younger sister, and future queen, Princess Elesia and other members of the royal court, or training with Sion. He was popular with the Queen’s Knight’s who saw in him both the spirit of his mother and (despite also physically resembling his mother) the strength of his father, well most of them did. The war did little to affect his life, he was sent out less, and he saw his father and the knights less often as well, but other than that there was little he could notice. This however, would soon change for the worse. The massacres at the temples of Dawn and Dusk came as a shock to him as he had thought that there would never be such violence so deep within Falunus with the war being fought elsewhere. On top of it, the two powerful artifacts stored at the temples had disappeared. While Zhalan had no idea what this meant, his parents did.
Legend said that one who wielded the sword and shield could gain the ultimate power of Falunus’ most ancient and powerful artifact, the Orb of The Sun, said to be a gift from Amaterasu herself to bless Falunus. It was said that it had power to destroy nations, and the power to create life, though there was no historical account of it ever being used. It was clear that whoever had stolen the sword and shield wanted the orb as well, so in secret, Queen Kellena took the orb and used magic to bear it upon her forehead. Less than a week later the castle was assaulted in the night by an unknown group of assassins. To the astonishment of many who lived long enough to experience that emotion they seemed to be Duskblades yet for stealthier than normal, and superhumanly strong. However, the palace was prepared, they put up a strong defense despite the lack of soldiers that had left with the army, and the queen’s knights held there own.
An assassin crept into Zhalan’s room and approached his bed with barely a noise; he raised his sword, preparing to deliver a killing blow. There was a sound of ripping fabric and a blade cut through the blanket and into the assassin’s heart, he looked down at it and then slightly up, to see the woman crouched in front of him, holding it. He brought down his sword only to feel it cut through the soft mattress as she dove to the side, ripping the blade out and leaving a large gash. He collapsed on the remains of the bed, soaking the stuffing with his blood. Sion glanced around as Zhalan emerged from the shadows, “It looks like it’s started your highness, we better find the princess sister.” As they ran down the passage, Sion in front, a shadow suddenly jumped at them, Sion dodged just in time to avoid a grievous wound as a blade clipped her shoulder, rending her chain mail with frightening ease. “Enchantments.” She hissed as she took her turn to deal a far fiercer blow, the assassin went down to his knees but tried to gut Sion from his new position, Zhalak deftly threw his sai right into his head and there was a sickening crack, the assassin collapsed. “Are you alright, said Zhalan, eying the torn armor as he bent down to pick up his sai, “I’m fine,” Sion replied “he just got the armor.” They continued down the hall and into another turn when they run into another dark figure. I was not an assassin though, “Georg!” yelled Zhalan in surprise, “What are you doing here? What’s happened to my mother and father, and Elesia?” The knight looked grim as he spoke. “Why are you still here, you need to leave, now. They want her highness alive but they’ll kill you.” “What? But… We have to rescue her.” Zhalan replied. “And what about my mother and father, aren’t you supposed to be with them?” Georg looked strange as he spoke. “The queen and Cerod… are dead.” He said. It took a moment for Zhalan to fully comprehend the meaning of these words. “But…” he said, “But you were right there. How could?” he couldn’t finish. Georg looked at him sadly, almost regretfully. “Well, we have to try to rescue Elesia!” he said, trying to run off as Geog restrained him. “No, they won’t hurt her, they need her alive. You they will kill.” He pushed him back and Zhalan struggled to maintain his balance, glaring at the knight. He started to move forward again Sion put a hand to his shoulder. “Your highness…” she said quietly. He turned on her, “Are you going to help me, or just leave Elesia to the assassins?!” he shot. Sion looked hurt, but all she said was; “I’m sorry.” As her fist collided with his abdomen and his world went dark.
Zhalan awoke bumping along in a wagon, the sun was low in sky to his left and as he sat up he realized that he was on a road, some distance away, to what he now realized was the south, he could make out the spires of the Sun Palace and Sol Falunus jutting from the lake on which they were built. He glanced around himself and saw Sion turning towards him. “Oh you’re awake!” she said, smiling faintly. “You punched me!” said Zhalan, mostly aghast but also slightly angry. “I’m sorry,” she said, looking over him to see if he was hurt, “but you wouldn’t listen to Sir Georg and he’s right you know.” There was no point in arguing about it now, regardless of the fact that Georg probably was right. So Zhalan set about watching the terrain as they passed by the uncomfortable hours.
Over the next days they stowed their old clothes to don less conspicuous ones than royal garb and knight’s uniforms. Finally they reached the northern border, Gerg said that this was as far as he could go with them and told them to keep traveling north. “Take on an identity, and some sort of profession.” He handed them a sack of gold and looked to the south. “I’m sorry your highness.” He said one more time, before he started to walk. Sion coaxed the horse forward and they set off into the unknown.[/sblock]
If you’ve played the game I’m ripping off you’ll see that a lot of it is actually original. I couldn’t bring myself to change Georg’s name, he’s just the baddest assed semi-realistic fantasy anime knight ever on the face of something.
If you haven’t heard of the game I ripped off, gee aren’t I creative? I should think on the toilet all the time.
Anyway, tell me what you think. Ok, here goes.[sblock=’Secondary History’]War came suddenly to the Queendom of Felunus, though not unexpectedly. The nearby Kingdom of Dowain had been expanding its borders for years now, ever since Duke Rolgarth had gained supreme command of its army. At first Felunus had attempted to remain neutral in the conflict, but as it’s weaker neighbors slowly succumbed it became clear that something must be done. Overruling the majority of the senate, Queen Kellena declared war on Dowain. Despite the initial doubts the war went extremely well. The queen’s husband Lord Cerod, Commander of the Queen’s Knights, was as masterful a military leader as his wife was a politician, and many expected Dowain to sue for peace as they were pushed farther and farther back towards their original territory.
In fact, Dowain had lost more soldiers to desertion than to Falunan steel, but Duke Rolgarth refused to surrender, doing everything in his power to hide the truth about the war from the king. He desperately required new allies and he called for help from the Order of Dusk, who had thus far remained neutral in the conflict, observing the war from their great citadel high in the northern mountains. They refused, and Rolgarth, furious but helpless could do nothing but continue losing troops. One night he received a strange visitor, a young man appeared in his bedchamber, soundlessly, and spoke to him, in a quiet, emotionless voice. “Rolgarth of Dowain, you have need of allies at this time, your last hope, the Order of Dusk, has refused you. Know that we are Nether Blade, w are darkness given thought and we shall assist you. In return, we merely request that when you are victorious, you remember our aid.” He said, his face an empty mask. Rolgarth’s agreement was immediate, nodding eagerly he said, “Yes, yes, anything you desire. I will tell you what to do. In the temples to the east and west of Sol Falunas there are a shield and a sword. The Shield of Dawn and the Sword of Dusk. Take them, without their power Falunus shall falter, then you may slay their pitiful wench, queen. I shall have my victory and you, your reward.” The man nodded silently, “Very well, know this Rolgarth, do not attempt to betray us, you will not enjoy the consequences.” And with that, he leapt from the bedroom window, and was gone. Not a week later he received word that there had been a massacre within the east and west sun temples of Falunus and that the sword and shield were gone. With that he redirected his forces for revenge on the Duskblades for what he saw as their betrayal.
Prince Zhalan, despite being the eldest child of the queen was never raised to rule, since he was never in line for the throne. Still, as a member of the royal family he had many obligations. He was often send as a diplomat to various neighboring lands and so learned to appreciate the ways of others. His father also insisted that he learn physical combat as the wilderness was still dangerous, even with his personal bodyguard, Sion at his side at almost all times. The Prince took to these lessons eagerly, not only because of his father’s praise but also because of Sion, they had known each other since his father had brought her to the palace as a small child and at the age of 7 allowed her to become a squire in the Queen’s Knights, something unheard of at the time. In any case, she had been his shadow since then and though she was supposed to protect him, and was quite capable of it, he didn’t wish to see her put herself in harms way. While his mother was a compassionate and good woman, she was a queen, and was always very busy with royal affairs, so he spent most of his free time playing with his younger sister, and future queen, Princess Elesia and other members of the royal court, or training with Sion. He was popular with the Queen’s Knight’s who saw in him both the spirit of his mother and (despite also physically resembling his mother) the strength of his father, well most of them did. The war did little to affect his life, he was sent out less, and he saw his father and the knights less often as well, but other than that there was little he could notice. This however, would soon change for the worse. The massacres at the temples of Dawn and Dusk came as a shock to him as he had thought that there would never be such violence so deep within Falunus with the war being fought elsewhere. On top of it, the two powerful artifacts stored at the temples had disappeared. While Zhalan had no idea what this meant, his parents did.
Legend said that one who wielded the sword and shield could gain the ultimate power of Falunus’ most ancient and powerful artifact, the Orb of The Sun, said to be a gift from Amaterasu herself to bless Falunus. It was said that it had power to destroy nations, and the power to create life, though there was no historical account of it ever being used. It was clear that whoever had stolen the sword and shield wanted the orb as well, so in secret, Queen Kellena took the orb and used magic to bear it upon her forehead. Less than a week later the castle was assaulted in the night by an unknown group of assassins. To the astonishment of many who lived long enough to experience that emotion they seemed to be Duskblades yet for stealthier than normal, and superhumanly strong. However, the palace was prepared, they put up a strong defense despite the lack of soldiers that had left with the army, and the queen’s knights held there own.
An assassin crept into Zhalan’s room and approached his bed with barely a noise; he raised his sword, preparing to deliver a killing blow. There was a sound of ripping fabric and a blade cut through the blanket and into the assassin’s heart, he looked down at it and then slightly up, to see the woman crouched in front of him, holding it. He brought down his sword only to feel it cut through the soft mattress as she dove to the side, ripping the blade out and leaving a large gash. He collapsed on the remains of the bed, soaking the stuffing with his blood. Sion glanced around as Zhalan emerged from the shadows, “It looks like it’s started your highness, we better find the princess sister.” As they ran down the passage, Sion in front, a shadow suddenly jumped at them, Sion dodged just in time to avoid a grievous wound as a blade clipped her shoulder, rending her chain mail with frightening ease. “Enchantments.” She hissed as she took her turn to deal a far fiercer blow, the assassin went down to his knees but tried to gut Sion from his new position, Zhalak deftly threw his sai right into his head and there was a sickening crack, the assassin collapsed. “Are you alright, said Zhalan, eying the torn armor as he bent down to pick up his sai, “I’m fine,” Sion replied “he just got the armor.” They continued down the hall and into another turn when they run into another dark figure. I was not an assassin though, “Georg!” yelled Zhalan in surprise, “What are you doing here? What’s happened to my mother and father, and Elesia?” The knight looked grim as he spoke. “Why are you still here, you need to leave, now. They want her highness alive but they’ll kill you.” “What? But… We have to rescue her.” Zhalan replied. “And what about my mother and father, aren’t you supposed to be with them?” Georg looked strange as he spoke. “The queen and Cerod… are dead.” He said. It took a moment for Zhalan to fully comprehend the meaning of these words. “But…” he said, “But you were right there. How could?” he couldn’t finish. Georg looked at him sadly, almost regretfully. “Well, we have to try to rescue Elesia!” he said, trying to run off as Geog restrained him. “No, they won’t hurt her, they need her alive. You they will kill.” He pushed him back and Zhalan struggled to maintain his balance, glaring at the knight. He started to move forward again Sion put a hand to his shoulder. “Your highness…” she said quietly. He turned on her, “Are you going to help me, or just leave Elesia to the assassins?!” he shot. Sion looked hurt, but all she said was; “I’m sorry.” As her fist collided with his abdomen and his world went dark.
Zhalan awoke bumping along in a wagon, the sun was low in sky to his left and as he sat up he realized that he was on a road, some distance away, to what he now realized was the south, he could make out the spires of the Sun Palace and Sol Falunus jutting from the lake on which they were built. He glanced around himself and saw Sion turning towards him. “Oh you’re awake!” she said, smiling faintly. “You punched me!” said Zhalan, mostly aghast but also slightly angry. “I’m sorry,” she said, looking over him to see if he was hurt, “but you wouldn’t listen to Sir Georg and he’s right you know.” There was no point in arguing about it now, regardless of the fact that Georg probably was right. So Zhalan set about watching the terrain as they passed by the uncomfortable hours.
Over the next days they stowed their old clothes to don less conspicuous ones than royal garb and knight’s uniforms. Finally they reached the northern border, Gerg said that this was as far as he could go with them and told them to keep traveling north. “Take on an identity, and some sort of profession.” He handed them a sack of gold and looked to the south. “I’m sorry your highness.” He said one more time, before he started to walk. Sion coaxed the horse forward and they set off into the unknown.[/sblock]
If you’ve played the game I’m ripping off you’ll see that a lot of it is actually original. I couldn’t bring myself to change Georg’s name, he’s just the baddest assed semi-realistic fantasy anime knight ever on the face of something.
If you haven’t heard of the game I ripped off, gee aren’t I creative? I should think on the toilet all the time.
Land Outcast
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Extensive... and goot!
I like it... how does Sion fit in here?
notes for me:
Queendom of Felunus - Queen Kellena
Kingdom of Dowain - Duke Rolgarth
Nether Blade... I know who they are in the game![:]](http://www.enworld.org/forum/images/smilies/devious.png "Devious :]")
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The initial idea was to offer slots for four characters and pick five if a fifth charmed me with it's concept or story. I've got to admit I quite like the concepts here and how they interrelate, so I will take the five of you
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I like it... how does Sion fit in here?
notes for me:
Queendom of Felunus - Queen Kellena
Kingdom of Dowain - Duke Rolgarth
Nether Blade... I know who they are in the game
.The initial idea was to offer slots for four characters and pick five if a fifth charmed me with it's concept or story. I've got to admit I quite like the concepts here and how they interrelate, so I will take the five of you
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