Grernus RP

[Dog Donovan]

Based on a new idea for a story (and a video game later perhaps?), I've decided to create an RP to let my friends here see what it's like in the world of that very story.

Needless to say, all the characters are Furries/Scalies.

    In this world, Grernus, magic is second-nature. Every single person in the world knows how to use magic as easily as you can walk or talk. However, this taxes a person's energy. That's the rule of thumb. Sure, you can try to do anything, but can you accomplish doing so? People see magic like we see technology, basically. They don't care to make any more advances beyong a Renaissance age of technology. Magic are their telephones (telepathy), their showers and ovens and dishwashers (alteration), their factories and workshops (summoning) and others.
    There are also many who refuse to obey magic's call, called Heretics, that train their physical and mental capabilities to extremes matching that of some of the strongest magicians. Due to a single massive Heretic revolt many years ago, all of those seen as a Heretic are attacked on sight by Fanatics, who use magic for almost everything. They have come to a point of all-out war, and it's stale-mates all around. The third faction is known as The Neutral. Neutrals are simply those who make full extent of both themselves and magic. They'll be found working for either side like mercenaries, or trying their best to ignore the war.
    There are obviously heavy opinions on this war. Some people attempt to seek or create safe havens from the war, some try simply to act as if it's a lie, and some participate fully.

    You are one of Grernus, and you have the power to change things, should you decide to invoke your powers. Now: Choose your fate using the following template.

Name or Title: WHO ARE YOU??? That matters I believe.
Faction: Fantatics; Heretics; Neutral.
Situation: In War; Avoiding War; Peacemaking.
Species: Self explanatory, I should think.
Weapon / Spell Preference: Weapon if you're Heretical / Spell type if you're Fanatical... or both if you're Neutral.
Apparel: What are you wearing that matters?
Misc Info like Colour...
Misc Info like Markings...
Misc Info Etc...
Here I am:

Name: Zar' Kenir (Zark)
Faction: Heretic
Situation: In War
Species: Wolf
Weapon Preference: Long Bow
Apparel: Full cover of forest green robes, cloak, hood, and
Colour: Red-Orange with Crimson muzzle and stomach

    Zar' Kenir was in the forest hunting with his friends. It was his nineteenth birthday and his field commander wanted to let him have some fun for once. Always about striking at the Fanatics in the nearby towns, he was famished for freedom. He had been hunting for hours now, and it was almost time to head back home, lest the Golems catch him out again. He grabbed a dead deer and asked his friends to do the same, all of them hauling a large one on their back and singing a tune together as they jogged to the fortress.
    It wasn't until half-way there that his Fox friend, Datharre, screamed and exploded into a burst of flame. His friends pulled out blades and he strung a bow: A magician dressed in golden robes and crystal armor strolled towards them casually, with a magic shield put up before him. Zar' Kenir let the arrow fly only for it to bounce off the shield sharply, but he heard the magician gasp under his helmet. In an instant, the Fanatic flicked his wrist and two bolts of lightning pierced Zar' Kenir's remaining friends. Pulling out a firebomb, he tossed it at the magician's feet, engulfing him in flame... Only for him to come slowly crawling out. The Fanatic coughed up blood and then snapped his finger once in a last ditch effort, calling a tiny Imp out of the sky. It jumped at Zar' Kenir but was stabbed with an arrow up close. Taking one of his friends' blades, he did a twirling flip over the magician and sliced his head off with a quick movement. He searched the magician and found a scroll, which he couldn't read. Zar' Kenir spat once on the Fanatic's face and began a lonely stroll home.
    Upon arriving, Zar' Kenir showed a scholar the scroll, growling, "A Fanatic was found half-a-mile from here to the south. He destroyed my friends and I killed him. This was the only item of worth on him. What does it say?"
    The scholar read it quickly and clearly, "The fool Heretic fortress to the south of town has been a pest for quite some time now. I charge you to go destroy the rats. Your reward will be based on how many kills are observed," and frowned. "Zar' Kenir, it is good that you intercepted the man, for he could have killed all of us. Go and speak with Commander Garrett about this, and bring the scroll."
    Zar' Kenir bowed and did so, sobbing on the inside for the loss of his friends. However, he knew the Commander was busy now, and strolled around the living quarters, looking for a good friend to speak with.

[Gabag]

am i allowed to 2 things
1. To be a shapeshifter?
2. to wear plate mail?
if either then hell yes ill sign up for this

[Dog Donovan]

    ((Shapeshifting is costly magic in comparison to others, except if you are focused in it alone. You'll kill yourself from exhaustion if you go overboard. And the Fanatics use armor plenty because they know Heretics can't use magic. Of course, if you're a Neutral, you can have many reasons for wearing armor, shapeshifting, and using magic, all at the same time.))

[ST-84 Sahelanthropus]

Ruprecht Faust continued to patrol the outer walls and inner halls of the Heretic fortress, he could smell the stench of a dead animal coming from the living quarters, he then quickly, but not at a running pace, went to investigate the odor. He found Zar' Kenir walking around, "What, you brought back the smell of the dead, but not the kill itself?" Ruprecht, standing motionless in his place like an empty suit of armor, stood at an astounding height of seven and a half feet. He held a six foot long black greatsword in his right hand, and a four and a half foot tall, two and a half foot wide, black tower shield in his left hand. He would be called a "walking tank," if they existed.

[Dog Donovan]

    Zar' Kenir looked up to the Black Knight and smiled sadly, "The Fanatics are getting serious now, Ruprecht... A Fanatic warrior killed three of my closest friends, and I only barely managed to escape alive... Yes, after killing him. They know we're here, and they plan on attacking us soon. I'm going to level with you... I'm scared. That man alone could very well have started a flame had we not, mmm, intercepted him. Once they find out his failure, I suspect they will send an army to try and wipe us out. I'm waiting for the commander to hurry up with his meeting so that I can explain my urgency," he wanted to be formal with the walking tank of the fortress.

[ST-84 Sahelanthropus]

Ruprecht walked over to him, and put his hand on Zar' Kenir's shoulder, "The only things that belong to the Fanatics that will get over these walls is their bones around my neck and their blood on my hands." he walked over to a weapon rack and hung his sword on the hooks, and put his shield against the wall next to it. "The Fanatics are weak. They must rely on their magic to gain power. We, on the other hand, fight with our own skill that we work tirelessly for."

[Dog Donovan]

    Zar' Kenir nodded and found himself agreeing. He fastened his forest-green attire and pulled the cloak up, grabbed some extra arrows and began walking off. "Magicians are slow to act... but react quickly. I fear the attack may begin very soon. You have reassured me, Ruprecht, and I now go to talk to the field commander... Perchance you come with me?" and disappeared out the door of the living quarters.
    He walked with singular purpose to the northern gate of town, and saluted Field Commander Garrett as the great Bear walked into town. Zar' Kenir spoke quickly and formally about the attack, which Garrett furrowed his brow upon. He grabbed a scurrying servant and told him to tell the fortress officials to prepare for a battle due in four to seven days.

[Gabag]

(( so if i was a Fanatic i could be entirely devoted to the art of shapeshifting, and you know, not be tired out immensely by it?))

[ST-84 Sahelanthropus]

{[Well, the more time you have to practice on one thing, the better you'll be at it. As a Fanatic of Alteration you would require less Fatigue and Magicka to preform such great feats, but would, likely, be more tired by the use of, say, White Necromancy or Black Necromancy. If you were a pure Alteration Fanatic you could probably transform into anything, or maybe even transform others into anything, but you would suffer from lack of ability in the other schools of magick, and physical combat.]}

{[But if you wish to continue this Out-Of-Character Discussion, please go HERE to do so... we wouldn't want the Local Moderator to come and stamp us out for good, now would we?]}

[Golge]

Gizor sat down on a stump just outside a fanatic town, he had been hired by them to scout out the heretic fortress prior to the assault, at which point he was to disrupt the enemy ranks.

"well Darkness, I don't much care for the fanatics, but their money is very good, if the heretics had offered more i would not have to do this"

standing up his quickly swung his spear, felling a small sapling
"HAH no matter, after all i am Gizor Delso, warrior extraordinaire, skill such as mine does not come cheap, if those heretics couldn't pay with their coin, then they'll pay with their blood!"

with that, he quickly set off towards the heretic fortress

[ST-84 Sahelanthropus]

With his heavy armor permanently attached to his body, Ruprecht marched up to the top of the gatehouse and watched over the fortress through the thin slots in his metal visage, from here, he could see most of the outlaying area around the fort. He pulled a lever and the giant iron gate slowly shut closed, now the only way someone would be able to get in is to either climb over the stone walls, or dig a tunnel underneath them.

He didn't like acting as the guard dog of the fort, he would rather take the fight straight to the Fanatics themselves, but orders are orders.

[Dog Donovan]

(Lets get this on the road)

    The week came and passed, and the Fanatics began cheering and screaming. Thalos, the Mayor of the town, and a high level Summoner, spoke to a crowd of robed and armored Fanatics, "Tonight... We will extinguish the Heretics in their pathetic hovel, and burn it to the ground. They are weak and stupid, slow and wicked, and they have no hope of repelling us! Without further ado, we march to cleanse!" and the Fanatics cheered.

    A small group of mercenaries shook their head and looked to their assigned captain, Gizor Delso. The liutenent, a Falcon by the name of Esther, spoke gruffly, "Do you think those Fanatics have any clue what those Heretics can do?" and another answered, "Does it matter? The Heretics are stupid not to make use of magic. Stupidity is bad in war." They awaited Gizor's command, bound by a Fanatic's spell.

    An hour afterwards, the fortress became tense and cautious. They heard stomping coming towards them, and realized that a battle was almost upon them. Field Commander Garrett stalked to the north gate, signalling to the Archers on the battlements of it. They nocked their arrows and stood vigilant, a hundred highly skilled men and women. He shouted to the Tanks, and pat Ruprecht on the shoulder, "I want you to prove yourself in battle yet again. Show them what true strength is. For your strength is that which we envy most... The strength of muscle, work, determination, and courage."

    I stood on the left side of the gate, and I carried my favorite bow with pride. I saw Garrett tell us to aim, and I did so. I whispered silently to the Archers, "One shot is one kill; don't waste those shots," and they nodded. Screw up my birthday? Oh, we'll show you rats. We'll show you what rats do when backed into a corner... The army was about two miles away by the sounds of it, still covered by trees.

[Golge]

As Gizor looked around at his ragtag group of men under his command, a wave of excitement passed through his body,

"yes Darkness, the battle comes now, be not afraid" he cooed softly to his spear

suddenly his whole attitude changed, "Esther, do you have the grapples ready?" he barked to the eagle, who nodded and gestured to them.

"Alright then, the battle is upon us, the foolish fanatics have ordered us in first, luckily you are led by me, a great warrior, they ordered us in first? we shall go in first, but undetected, the walls are our doorway men, climb them, quickly, silently, and when you get in the fortress? kill where you must, grab what loot you can, and if you die? don't die a coward" he spoke with a clear unwavering voice, he was not afraid, where there was money, there was his next meal.

grabbing a hook, he attached it to the wall, as did the others, who were a little shaken up by the harshness of the captains speech.  silently the warriors ascended the fortress walls.

[ST-84 Sahelanthropus]

"We'll show them what it's like to die by the hands of an Oppressor Group. Right Men?" he turned his head to the other heavy soldiers, who raised their right arms with their blades, axes, maces and hammers in hand, who then all spoke the code of the Oppressor Group, "Never Forgive, Never Forget, Never Regret!"

Twelve men, including their commander Ruprecht Faust, formed the defensive formation around the fort. He stayed at the Gatehouse, as head of the guard, he would stand and fight the enemy until the end, be it his enemy's, or his own.

The emotions ran high, from fear to anger, and from excitement to reluctance. But every soldier, from the initiates to the commanders, would fight no matter what they felt.

Ruprecht heard a the clack of metal against stone, he turned his head to the right to see one of his men leaning over the wall, presumably he heard the sound too, the soldier looked back at his commander and shook his head. "Thought I heard something." the soldier with a warhammer said under his breath, looking over the wall again, just to make sure.

[Dog Donovan]

    Esther grabbed a stray watcher on the south wall who had spotted them with Telekenesis, bashing his mouth against the ground then throwing him off. The group continued, and Vragg, a Hyena reknowned for his ruthlessly powerful senses and powerful legs, pointed out a ladder leading down into an open area of the fort. They could see across the large expanse at a group of warriors heading out of the northern gate, with many archers posted around the gate. He also pointed out footsteps on the ground, barely noticable, and grunted that there was likely a patrol in the fortress.

    The Fanatics moved south, with musicians at the front booming out a loud tune of hope and victory. Gold-armored Bear and Wolf Crusaders took the front, protected by both the enchanted armor and their own powerful defenses, but next to useless offensively. They guarded a huge amount of robed Fanatics, skilled offensive casters called Strikers, and behind them were Healers. They felt confident of their ability. They were only a mile from the fort now.

    The Heretic Oppressors, elite Tanks with natural magic resistance and powerful weapons and armor, moved out of the gate followed by Slayers, Foxes and Felines with sharp blades and deadly efficiency. The Black Knight was an awe-inspiring prescence and his regime of Tanks only added to a burning hope that nothing could reach the Slayers or Archers. Medics stood throughout the crowd, prepared to pass out potions and kits and drag allies back. They felt confident of their ability, as well. They saw the overt glow of the Fanatics from afar, and counted three Skyriders* accompaning them overhead.

*Any Feral with huge wings, born for war and hunting, with strong claws and naturally powerful magics. Generally Neutral, but more often swayed by Fanatic magic than Heretic kindness and words.