just thought I'd try a serious Role-play again, seeing as the last one colapsed around my ears...
I call this one "The Galian Crusades" and is based of an old one of me and my friends (though it wasn't furry, so my chars only had ear's and tails) where the basic premise is a bunch of people, heros and civilians and villains alike, are forced together by the cruel hand of Fayte (one of the NPC gods I will RP later) in a small village just south of the "Old World" where an ancient power resides. We start in Hisouke, a small port town on the edge of the new sea, were the two main characters (mine) were born and raised to the age of 6 and 9 (gonna have to say, in the honour of my origional co-writer, and I quote, "LOL 69!")
some basic rules:
1. up to two characters each, it gets confusing after a certain extent, even if you use colored fonts
2. No, and this is very crucial, NO GOD MODING, to elaborate, no killing any PC characters, or NPC unless I aprove, and no saying something like:
Somebody: Kerioku steped forward, impailing his enemy upon his magic enforced blade, and as he grined sadistically, said enemy slumped forward, heart stopped before he hit the ground
I will, however, except
Sombody: Kerioku steped forward, magicaly enforced blade poised to kill, and, with a savage war cry, lunged forward, aming for his chest
or some such variation
2b. On a side note, restrict your characters, some furrs (looks pointedly at Ryuuzaki) used to, or do like to give themselved mastery over about seven or so things, try to limit yourself to one, and maybe minor talents elseware
3.I am versitial as to who your character is, and hold no grudges against those who walk on the dark side, but have a desent reason as to why they are helping in this quest. on that note, PM me over their specialties.
4. This is a round robin style post, so please, for the sake of all that is chocolate-y, wait your turn, turn skips after 2 days of non posting
I may seem picky, but I am a serious Rper (read, Have no life) and will abide by this rules
and so ends my rule rant, not with a bang, but with advise, Even the gods have thier limits, and the world will cease to be with out someone to take over (hint,hint), and, don't ever inhale poprocks,
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The basic startout sheet thingy as follows:
Name: Damian Ryuke
Class: Swordman
Age: 17
Race: Mixed Galian(human)/Kieridian(bipedial animal(furry))
Aliance: Neutral Good
Village: Hisouke
Appearance/Backround: Damian, once one of the King's Own, A gaurd to the King Liam himself, stands at about 6"1, and carries himeself with an air of confidance, not perticularly burly, he focuses more on adaptability and speed in his fighting style. Once donning a full battle armor, he shed it in favor of something better equipped for himself, a light brestplate crafted by dwarrow out of pure Galinite ore, lightweight and super durable, over a white sleeveless tunic, on it's front, his family crest (will draw later). He wears black hunter pants, with twin blue dragons curling around the legs. Supple tan leather boots to allow quite movement, and black cloth fingerless gloves, with metal plates on the back. He wears a blue headband, with does nothing to stop his long unruly dark hair , which is tipped green from getting in his eyes, which are steely grey. His ears and tail are dusty blonde, clashing greatly with his clothing style, and are tipped white. He wears a full face mask most of the time in piblic, which is in the likeness of a Draconic Lion, his clan insignia. He claimes it is to keep away his enemies on the battlefield, and to keep the vicious (acording to him) fan-girls away in towns. The only weapon he carries (with rediculous ease, for one so unburly) is a five foot broad sword, wcich is easily as wide as he. It handle is bound in black cloth, for a better grip, and has a saphire Draconic Lion curling up it's blade, it has no gaurd. Not much is known about his past, but he has become infamous in and around his country and its nieghbours, as the (you guessed it) Draconic Lion.
phew, thats a mouthfull, onto his brother
Name: Gabrial Ryuke
Class: Weave Mage
Age: 20
Race: Mixed Galian/Kieridian
Alliance: Chaosic Good (not Chaotic Good, btw)
Village: Hisouke
Appearence/Backround: Well Gabrial and Damian are twins, the resembalance is just that, a resembalance. There attidutes could not be more opposites, whereas Gabrial is calm, cool and collected, his brother is more brazen, given to charge without thinking (smart, but rash) he prefers to stay back and stragize, no matter the situation, and indeed, has been known to ponder for over a good hour over which is the best way to make his tea (wich he is quite fond of, unlick his pocky munching lacky...er, brother). Well he stands fully at 6", the test he took for his Weaving licence left his body twisted and crippled, to the point were he leans heavily on his oak staff. He wears the standard Royal blue robes of a weave mage, it has his clan crest on the front, and many of his spell components rest in the leather pouched hangong of his belt. He wears soft leather boots, not ideal for walking at a fast pace, but very comfortable. his hair is longer than his brother's, it is often brushed back, and is peppered with grey, a reasult of the Test. his eyes are lighter than his brothers, and almost white. Though he has lived and traveled with his brother all his life, they follow opposite gods, he worships Tekeisis, Goddess of The night, his brother follow the teachings of Soliare, God of All divine, and to a lesser extent Fayte, The goddess of luck and Destiny, and Ja'ar, The bull headed (literaly) God of the sword
Phew, that was looong... and now the acctual story... T-T
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It was said, or rather rumoured, that in the district proper of Lissai, under the rule of King Liam, there lived, in and around the forest near the Border of the two worlds, an elusive creature, known as the Jaithe. It was said that they lured those with weak minds and wills, with there innocent looks and small nature. Those enchanted would follow them to there doom, deep into the lair of the Jaithe, were it would devour you soul. Upon it's victory, it would let out a soul shivering screech, as it feasted upon the soul of it's victim.
These of course, were just rumours, But Damian Ryuke, The Draconic Lion of Hisouke, formarly captain of the King's Own, Elitest Knights of Lissai, feared by his enemies for his almost inhuman speed and cunning on the battlefield, could not help but shudder as he entered the gates of his home village, watching some children playing a game of Ja'la (a game like basketball and soccer, for those who want to know) let out happy shrieks, eerily similar to those dicribed in these rumours. His older brother looked up at him, leaning upon his staff as he always did.
"They are just rumours, Damian, that is all..." His voice was raspy, as though he had not drank in a long while, which was true, but that was hardly relavent. His brother looked sideways at him, a grin plastered on his face
"I know, Gabe, but still, it's to close for my liking..." He hefted his massive broadsword over his shoulder, as easily as a child with a new toy, which, coinsedentaly, was exactly what he looked like. He looked around the town square, sighing happily with a glazed look in his eye "brings back alot of memories, huh Gabe?" He was ofcourse refering to the town in which they were, the port town of Hisouke, their home
"Indeed, though I wonder what the coucil will have to say about uour return, we didn't leave on... friendly terms, to say the least..." He cast his gaze to the tower above. It was situated on a cliff, overlooking the town, and giving the intended feeling of a watchfull and stern parent, ready to berate you for everything you do, though, he mused, his mind could be imagining things, one who spent there life around illusions, after all, had a tendancy to do such things. He was brought out of his wonderings by the tell-tale crunch of his 'dear' brother biting into another insepid piece of the detested pocky.
"well," he exclaimed, mouth full, "I suppose we'd better find ourselves a hotel, preferably one with a bar..." He looked around again, a smile slowly creeping it's way onto his face, though it was covered by that mask.
"fortunatly for you brother, the legal age of drink here is fifteen, though I have no idea why..." He looked sickened, recalling the last time his brother had partakin in a 'small' drinking contest. It had ended with there banishment from that bar, and a heafty fee to pay for the damages...
He looked to his brother, only to find him opening the door to a bar a little ways ahead of him. He hobbled forwards, glancing at the rickity sign above the door, which read, "The Red Dragon pub" He had a bad feeling about it, his spine shivered, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood up ominously. He pushed the feeling away, he was getting paranoid these days, and closed the door behind him, bell tinkling in the dusty dark of the bar.
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so very, very long, and unbelieavibly, I shortened it... omg
