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Post by phantom general on Mar 13, 2007 1:19:48 GMT -5
if this doesn't get you RPing, nothing will... this is the ultimate semi-open RP! you can have as many characters as possible, the more the merrier... and above all, you can't actually die at worlds' end... a nice nights sleep cures everything... even death.
name: race: (anything) class: (can make own, just describe abilities) alignment: (good or evil, just a general outlook) world of origin: starting point: (this world is a sandbox... make a few cities/towns) equipment: (only restricted to medieval weapons, no guns... repeating crossbows allowed.) domain: (needed for ascension to godhood) magic: (as many types as you want... with a limit of 5 magic types, psionics allowed) description: bio:
the worlds have been thrown into chaos, several mortals have been chosen to meet at the worlds' end, here they will decide the fate of the countless worlds... those chosen are at many extremes, from the utterly vile and malevolent to the most noble and kind-hearted, here at worlds' end... their values and loyalty would be stretched to the breaking point... some may fall into darkness... others will atone for their sins... some may even emerge unscarred... or dead altogether... above everything, they must work together. at worlds' end there are many more groups wandering around... seeking godhood, they are willing to kill anyone in their path to achieve it.
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Post by MightySage on Mar 14, 2007 17:08:32 GMT -5
name: Morst race: Dunmer(dark elf) class: BattleMage(self-explanitory ) alignment: Neutral world of origin: Vvardenfell District, Morrowind Province, Tamriel starting point: Sadrith Mora equipment: Telvanni Mouth Staff, common robe, Ebony Shortsword domain: Madness magic: Conjuration, Alteration, Illusion description: kinda like that...) bio: An outlander from Cyrodill, Morst was sent to Vvardenfell by the emperor inorder to fufill the Prophesy of The Nerevarine. After docking in Seyda Neen, he travelled to Balmora and and joined the Mage's Guild, only to be kicked out for stealing Soulgems. afterwards, he went to Sadrith Mora and became a member of House Telvanni, and rose through the ranks to where he is now, as a Mouth on the Council.
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Post by phantom general on Mar 14, 2007 22:53:31 GMT -5
oooh... the possibility for intrigue with my character is limitless....
name: best translates as Snowstone. race: elf class: priestess, also knows some other magic along with swordplay... can dance alignment: light world of origin: new eccleasia, world with no name starting point: Sadrith Mora equipment: angelic steel 1h shortsword, high priestess robe, broken staff domain: light magic: healing, benevolent soul(revival and soul healing), elemental(mainly ice) and heavy support description: 5'9, traditional blonde hair with a white streak in the middle, bluish-grey eyes and slender body build.(note: drawing will be posted when i'm good enough) bio: as nice as she is beautiful she had a good life growing up, being of noble blood and all, she was an only child, but that didn't stop her father from teaching her diplomacy and sword play, her mother taught her how to dance... during her training in becomming a priestess she learned faster than everyone else the myths of the angels, how to read and write demonic, angelic and elven... needless to say, she had a good life... then the humans took everything away from her... as such, she rarely if ever speaks common anymore, she usually talks in elven, for where she came from... common was introduced by the humans.
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Post by SquirrelBoy on Mar 15, 2007 11:28:53 GMT -5
Name: SB Race: Human Class: Knight Allingment: None. Sides with no one. World of Origin: Tamriel. Starting point: Somewhere in the wild. Equipment: A dark grey sword and a matching shield. Domain: The wild. Magic: Summoning. Like what Rexxar does. Desricption: A young teenage human wearing the skin of his former mount. Bio: After being kicked out of his home village for trying to teach the chickens to swim, SB fled into the wilderness and has sense bonded with it. Kind of like Furion Stormrage. Mount: A giant squirrel named Bob. (if that's okay)
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Post by phantom general on Mar 18, 2007 0:42:23 GMT -5
(everyone has a decent ammount of cash, some basic supplies and potions to start out with... mounts are allowed, but discouraged at the begining, as the next town will sell them... now... post your intros and let the RP... BEGIN!!!!)
Snowstone twitched out of bed, too tired to wake as the sun hit her eyes... she stumbled out of bed, her naked body hitting the floor hard.... that was her way... she never slept with her clothes on... too uncomfortable, that was her reason. she quickly cast a spell to get dressed(magic like this is standard for all elves, regardless of class) and checked her wallet... there were many coins, mostly platinum, copper, silver and gold and way more than enough to get breakfast before she left, she walked down to the tavern, still sleepy and liable to fall down the stairs if she wasn't careful.
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Post by SquirrelBoy on Mar 18, 2007 10:12:42 GMT -5
*as SB rubs the sleep from his eyes*
SB: *yawns* I wonder what's Bob found to eat.
*SB slowly get's out of bed and gets dressed ,as alway's, before opening the door of his hut, but this day was different*
SB: Bob? Where you Bob?
*SB only hears the chirping of the birds and the wind blowing through the trees*
SB: *spots some footprints leading to a pair of tracks from wagon wheels and the footprints of Bob* Oh, no.
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Post by MightySage on Mar 18, 2007 10:40:14 GMT -5
Morst:*wakes up and yawns* crap...and I was having such a nice dream too....*sigh*oh well, might as well report in...
*Morst puts on his usual robe and grabs his equipment as he walks out of his room in Dirty Muriel's Cornerclub*
Big Helenda: *looks up* I see you're up. When you see Eddie, tell him he needs to pay his guild dues! we've been waiting for that potion recipe for weeks...
Morst: right,right, i'll tell him...*walks out and mutters to himself* you just had to be cheap, and live in the crappy place instead of the nice, pretty Gateway Inn, and now you have to deal with the bloody Theive's Guild everyday....Eddie better have that Amulet of Unity I asked him for...*he continues grumbling all the way to the Telvanni Council Chambers*
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Post by phantom general on Mar 18, 2007 16:50:49 GMT -5
Snowstone sdecided on skipping breakfast and rushed out of the building, running into morst on her way out.
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Post by SquirrelBoy on Mar 19, 2007 20:40:52 GMT -5
*SB runs into town, but Bob is nowhere in sight*
SB: *runs into the shipment building* What was the last thing to leave town?
Clerk: An enormous squirrell, why?
SB: Where was it headed?
Clerk: *checks paper* The next town. Why do you ask?
SB: Because, that was my squirrell.
Clerk: Well that's too bad. The only way you would be able to get him back is if you could make to town by tomorrow.
SB: *sighs*Thanks.
*as SB leaves the shop the clerk yells "You could make it their if you had somekind of mount"*
SB: *sighs again* I guess the only to do now, is to drown out my sorrow with a drink.
*SB heads for the local tavern, passing Snowstone and Morst on the way*
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Post by WarmrootBeer on Mar 23, 2007 22:38:50 GMT -5
Sorry again for being late, the last RP failed for me. Name:Jastar Race: Fallen Angel Class: Dark Paladin/warlock/Mage Allingment:Fellow fallen angels, few humans, Blood/Dark/High elves, some Orcs,trolls, Kahjiit, and three Argonian's World Of Orgin: The dark heavens (Thought of it myself ) Starting Point: Draenor, planet of the orcs. Equipment: Sceptor of the Twin planets. A polearm with Satanic and dragon designs on it, a dagger of darkness, a dark summoner book, and a dark forged staff. Domain:Darkness Magic:Anything known to man/orc/troll/anyother being, Magic of the Fallen, and dark satanic ritiuals and summonings. Description: Gazing grey eyes, broad shoulders, brown hair. Bio: After helping an evil being, Jastar was thrown into the depths of the hellfire mountains, left to die by the almighty Gods and rulers. Hated by alot of mortals. He was saved and restored by a young dark mage, who had recently read about his story in a book in the city of the Imperial's library.The mage's name was Kantarias. They became great allies, battled many mortals and Imperials, adventured and discovered the wilderness for many years, until one fatefull day, when Kantarias was captured by the Angels of the Imperial, just to spite Jastar. Now, a Month after the capture, Jastar has gathered his mana and strength, and has preparred to avenge. He leaves the tower he's been living in and has traveled to a near by rogue village. There, is where this adventure starts...
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Post by phantom general on Mar 24, 2007 3:20:36 GMT -5
(mostly approved, only you can't have soul magic, it comes from a closed world as such... you can't exactly visit it... now i'd like to announce an even more evil bastard:
name: dashal, the duke of death race: human class: Dread knight alignment: cruel, evil, menacing, sadistic bastard world of origin: world with no name starting point: sadrith mora, close to SB equipment: steel plate armour, two-handed runed bastard sword, perfect for killing elves. domain: Death, though cruelty works better discription: black eyes, blonde... looking abit greyish, muscle-bound. bio: the world with no name, is not just home to the most noble magi, knights and even curtious brigands... it also spawned people like dashal, though officially he's a baron... he is best known as the duke of death, not only does he slay his enemies on the battlefield... those who survive his allready cruel tactics are personally put to death by him... he's been known to enforce loyalty through fear, he even personally burns down villages for fun. his origins aren't helped by the fact he was raised by orcs during the elven wars of succession and ascention, respectively, he now serves his fellow humans, wielding what is possibly the most powerful runeblade ever forged by man, his equipment was bought and paid for by the king himself... the 'duke' only designed the enchantments that adorn his sword... he now seeks only to satisfy his thirst for elven blood, he made a pact with the goddess of death... that him and his bloodline will die only of old age... the god of life denied him his bloodline and demanded his wife withdraw the pact... she did and sent a powerful reaper to stalk and kill him once and for all time.
now things'll get interesting... and before you ask: he's my equivalant hitler.)
SB felt a steel elbow hit him right in the chest, when he looked to see who did it... it was the duke looking coldly into his eyes, holding the point of his sword at his throat. "do you know where i can find some elves? ...i'm looking to have some 'fun'." he said in his usual, bloodthirsty tone.
upon seeing dashal, snowstone grabbed morst by the back of his collar and pulled him into the nearest building, it happened to be of all things a necromancer guild branch... but desprate times called for desprate hidings.
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Post by SquirrelBoy on Mar 24, 2007 7:43:36 GMT -5
SB: *coughs and a few drops of blood fall out* No, I haven't seen any elves. I don't usually spend much time in these parts.
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Post by MightySage on Mar 24, 2007 10:45:39 GMT -5
(lol, the funny thing is that Sadrith Mora is almost entirely made up of Dunmer...and Sadrith Mora is an island, with little wilderness. ) Morst:gah!*gets dragged inside* whats the big deal?!*looks around*hmm....the Necromancers Guild...well, my day just keeps on getting better...*turns to snowstone* why in Oblivion did you drag me in here?!
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Post by phantom general on Mar 24, 2007 15:15:40 GMT -5
(he tolarates darks... wish i could say the same about normal elves... atleast he doesn't discriminate when he sees just one.)
"look, you idiot... if that human saw me or you... he'd burn this entire city down personally and leave none alive!" she yelled in novice dark elven.
"damnit... no elves, that also means no excuse to burn this town down." Dashal said, disappointed. he even helped SB back up... then he spied the necromancer guild brance. "looks like i'll have alittle fun, anyway." he said, walking to the building, his shiny runeblade ready for combat.
(uh oh...)
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Post by phantom general on Mar 25, 2007 4:24:47 GMT -5
(keep RPing peoples, convince me this is a good RP to transfer to the wotch forums)
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