Curse

Platinum Agent · Aug 05, 2005, 03:11 AM // 03:11

Hi everybody. This is an RPG that can allow many people to play in it, and if you choose to join, read the rules first:

1. No swearing (well blank it out first if u must)
2. No blood or gore or pr0n, etc.
3. When u make ur char, format it like this:

Name:
Age:
Race: (u can be a human, a dwarf, or an elf)
Gender:
Class: (it can be any combination of the guild wars classes)
Weapon(s) and Armor:
Bio: (optional but it would help with the introduction of ur character)

4. If u want to talk OOC, put (( and )) in the front and back.
5. Have fun!

Platinum Agent · Aug 05, 2005, 03:17 AM // 03:17

Name: Platinum Agent (u can call me Plat)
Age: 19
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Class: W/Mo
Weapon and Armor: A Long Sword with a Tall Shield and Enchanted Armor
Bio: Plat was the King's best warrior. Not even the King himself could beat Plat. When the Charr invaded during the Searing, Plat killed most of them, almost a thousand of them. He was a very powerful warrior, for he recieved his strength from Balthazar himself, and his courage from Dwayna.

Plat wiped the last of the Charr blood off his blade. "They're close, the Charr army is close, I can sense them," he thought to himself. He was sent by the King to defeat an army of Charr, said to be three-thousand strong. As a going away present he recieved many things: A case of 20 Hunter's Ales from his fellow guard captain, a case of 20 Dwarven Ales from a Dwarven visitor, a case of 20 Troll Unguents from the Prince, and his Enchanted Armor, created by the greatest Human and Dwarven forgers in all of Tyria. The Enchanted Armor would usually take on the form of normal townspeople clothes, but when danger was nearby, it would transform into a great mass of steel plate, said to withstand even the most brutal strikes. Plat stood up and began walking. His dark, cold eyes began to soften, as he knew that the battle with the Charr he encountered was over. His black hair was long, from months of not getting a haircut. He began to loosen up from his tight body stance as he began to walk away from the battle scene. He knew he was getting close, very close, to the Charr he was sent to destroy.

Sarrow · Aug 05, 2005, 01:55 PM // 13:55

hmm, add a bit of spice eh?

Name: Sarfang Bloodclaw
Race: Charr
Gender Male
Class: Swordsman/Overseer

"So the raid was unsuccessful.." Sarfang mused disappointedly to a bladedaxesman beside him.A look of disgust followed. Their attack squad was to supress several ascalonian caravans heading to Surmia to reconnect war efforts,and they had failed.. Sarfang began to imagine the punishments that would follow..Acts of failure was that of herecy and all charr lived to never achieve that. But Sarfang then began to fix his gaze unto the axeman and his pack.. "take me to the caraven" he grunted. and the group trudged on.
Rian tried not to keep the recent charr attack away from his mind. He looked onward to his caraven of twenty wary comrades wh had look of anguish set all over them.. could they take anymore? Then Rian looked towards the plains.. he knew, with fear, that they were nowhere near Surmia. The recent charr raid on their caraven claimed nine lives and the only reason the charr fled was due to the only bomb kegs in one of their caravens that erupted due to missed fire from one of the charr. But now, without anymore kegs would we be able to protect ourselves from aother raid?
on a cliff nearby a charr overseer smiledin delight

Sarfang looked on the human caraven with nothing but pure excitement covering his face but then wondered why the previous raid was unsuccessful. Studying the overseer's face the axesman quickly spoke up, "When we started out attack, we had set our swordsman and I first, we then motioned for support barrage fire as we were closer to our target, but..when one of the arrows hit the the caravens, there was a huge explosion and.."
"You took the coward's way and fled" Sarflang Interrupted with upmost seriousness "Dont say any more" he noticed the axesman was about to speak "we will finish off these filthy humans and we will see what the council thinks of you're actions" With that the group dispersed.

Before any reactions, Rain heard a bloodstriking growl and to his horror found a charr group yet again coming to finish them off. Sweating, Rian took his sword to the air and gave a yell of morality, "For Balthazer!" and soon his men followed suit. Several rin blades struck blades of beast as standoffs were set among the road. Rian heard many yells of pain but began to focus on his target. A very large charr who he noticed had finer weapons and a look of bloodshed just my luck to face a commander... The charr then suddenly parried and strafed to the left with such unusual high degree of swiftness. Taking this formation Rian took his tower shield and raised it into a bucking form. The charr then swung his sword at such a force that it hit the shield and made rianne stumble. Feeling dazed raine knew he was in a state of trouble, he got back up quickly without picking up his shield and knew that this battle can not be won. The charr mocked Rian, he knew that Rian was to his limit how can it end like this? and with the same degree of quickness the massive charr lunged in and threw himself at the lone soldier but not with his sword but with his claws. Rian felt searing pain throughout his body as he could only hear his breath mixing in with the heavy breathing of the charr on him, after a few moments everything went black.

The charr pack laughed in triumphed and began to salvage the human caraven, forgetting not to step on the human corpses on their way. Sarfang breathed heavily and looked upon his pack and smiled.. So this is what the ascalonian army has become.. and they dont know of the divine destruction that awaits them.."

Platinum Agent · Aug 05, 2005, 02:01 PM // 14:01

nice post so u will be a Charr then? im gonna have to make sure u dont die til a few pages from here then. unless u think otherwise

Platinum Agent · Aug 05, 2005, 02:30 PM // 14:30

Plat walked over the hillside. He knew that he would encounter the Charr army soon. Sooner than he thought.................
As he reached the top of another hill, he gasped in shock at the view below him: the Charr army. It wasn't three-thousand strong either, more like thirty-thousand strong. "By Balthazar's Sword, I'm screwed," he thought. "Better get ready. Armor Engage." His armor transformed into battle mode, the mass of steel plate shining from the Shiverpeak Sun (he had traveled to the Shiverpeak mountains since the last post). The shine of his armor, however, attracted the eyes of a Charr, therefore resulting in the rush of a thousand Charr. "Hehe, I've taken down a thousand before, better find a better battlefield though. Armor Disengage," thought Plat. He began to run back to where he came from, using his many speed-inducing skills to aid him. "Charge!" he yelled. "Sprint!" Soon he had made it to about half a mile from where he first saw the Charr. He turned around and got ready to fight. He drew his sword and shield and had his armor transform. He quickly yelled, "Watch Yourself!" The Charr were only a few yards away. At the head of the pack was a Charr chieftain. "For Dwayna, For Balthazar!" Plat yelled, as he attacked the oncoming Charr.

((btw, if u wanna talk OOC, put (( and )) on the front and back so we know))

Photeus · Aug 05, 2005, 04:14 PM // 16:14

Name: Searnar Flamefang
Age: (typical older-adult Charr age...dog years?) 12 years
Race: Charr
Gender: Male
Class: Elementalist
Weapon(s) and Armor: Typical Flame-Staff characteristic of charr, and enchanted Flame Weilder Wrappings - Superior Fire Rune.

Bio:

Helping to devise the final spells for the crystal rain uppon Ascalon with the Council of the Charr, he and Bontfazz Burntfur were pack-brothers. Searnar stayed back during the past years attacks (post-Searing) upon Ascalon studying of new spells to combat the Ascalon forces. No great breakthroughs had come through, in spite of the studies. Soon after Prince Rurik's counterattack on Rin, utilizing the Stormcaller, with Searnar's pack-brother Bontfazz Burntfurr falling to Rurik's blade, Searnar left the greater of the Charr armies, sneaking out into other areas of Tyria. Exploring the lands of Kryta, Denravi, and stowing away to the desert, Searnar learned much about the activities going on in the world, and learned of the Mursaat presence. After much learned, and many new abilities gained, Searnar returned, after many months, to Charr territory. Besides his own abilities...he has brought another gift.

....................

"Searnar Flamefang has returned!" barked a charr Blade Storm in the Council's direction.

Searnar entered the hall, bowing his head as he came near the council.

The council all rose, clothed in the shadow of the hall, the only light presence erupting from an effigy built in the center of the room.

"Searnar Flamefang...what news have you brought to us?" One of the shadows called to the old Flame Wielder.

"Many things. Many stories to share, many abilities to teach."

He then openned his claw, exposing a new light source to the room. The shard was small, and glowed of prismatic colors, remniscent of the crystals searing into Ascalon so many years ago. "And this," he growled as he allowed his jaw to drop open, making it seem as though he was smiling.

"I obtained this spectral essence from the defeat of a creature known as the Eidolon. I have studied the rituals used to allow it to be infused into armor. Perhaps we can find another way to explore this curiosity."

Platinum Agent · Aug 05, 2005, 04:52 PM // 16:52

((nice post, so u and sarrow r gonna try to kill me, eh? well save our encounters for the next few pages))

"Healing Signet!" Plat was getting weak. The Charr he was fighting we're stronger than any other Charr he fought before. He only managed to take down about nine-hundred of the Charr, and he still had the chieftain to worry about. "Galrath Slash! Pure Strike! Riposte!" he yelled, performing the skill as he named it. "Yes, just seventeen of them left, this is in the bag," he thought to himself. The number of the remaining Charr began to drop. Seventeen, sixteen, fifteen; the Charr we're getting tired as well, making it easier to take them out. Three, two, one. The Charr chieftain was the only one left. As if they were fighting a friendly battle, they stepped back a little and bowed, then each took a stance, the chieftain taking a Charr stance, Plat taking a Gladiator's Stance. They spent a long time looking at each other, studying their build, preparing for when the other one made a move. Neither of them moved for a long time. Then, all of a sudden, the Charr chieftain broke his stance and roared, charging torwards Plat. Plat thrust his sword at the oncoming Charr, piercing it in the heart. The Charr stopped right in front of Plat, and lost its balance. Plat withdrew the sword, cleaned and sheathed it, and transformed his armor back to village clothes. "Ouch," he said, treating a cut he recieved on his arm. "Healing Signet." The blood from his wound started to go back into the cut, and his skin sewed itself back together. "I'm gonna need more help, better get to the nearest town and recruit somebody, lets see, Yak's Bend, I should head back there." Plat started walking torwards Yak's Bend, in hope of hiring someone who could help him fight.

((ok, i need a good guy to get in the story, im gonna try not to post anymore parts from this side of the story, new guys, plz start at Yak's Bend))

Photeus · Aug 06, 2005, 02:09 PM // 14:09

"This is quite the tale, Searnar," a voice growled from one of the shadows of the Council, " So this spectral essence was used to protect the Chosen from the magics of the Mursaat?"

"Precisely. I believe a study of this shard might lead us to a way to peirce any armor we might come across. I have been only able to locate this sigular shard...but due to it's ability to infuse many peices of armor, I believe we can make several weapons with this interesting ability," Searnar replied, "However, I leave this in the capable hands of the council for now, with the formulas I have presented. I wish to help my brothers on the front lines...with the new abilities I have aquired in my travels."

The members of the council nodded their heads, signalling their approval of such of decision. "Go to the south, nearby Surmia. Look for Sarfang Bloodclaw. He is raiding Ascalon supply caravans in that area. You will join up with him and you and his capable pack shall prove your worthiness. You will attack the city of Rin and bring back or destroy Stormcaller."

"The Effigys will soon burn in Rin once more, I no longer fear the rains that Stormcaller brings, " Searnar grinned once more, "I live to serve the council!"

The council then returned to the deep shadows of the chamber. Searnar carefully walked out, nodding to the Blade Storm Guard that he passed. A few meters out of the building, Searnar picked up pace and began running along the ruined earth. He had been away a long time...it would be wonderful killing Ascalons besides his brothers in fire once again