Curse

Rafe · Jan 05, 2006, 01:36 AM // 01:36

--Prelude--
King Adelbern was restless that night. He had been trying to sleep, but ever since the Charr had been driven back into the Northlands he had been a little pessimistic about the future of Ascalon. He knew that things should have been looking up, but what he really wanted to know was what had driven the Charr from the Northlands, a nation with seemingly limitless room for expansion.
"Sir, where are you going at this time of night?", asked Warmaster Stromgard, the current Palace Guard.
"Just a walk in the garden, Carther"
"Well Sir, just call if you need help. There are still a few Charr remnants, you know. "
"Yes, I will."
Adelbern walked out to the garden, and relaxed in the peaceful tranquility of the garden.
"You may get what you deserve, Charrslayer"
Adelbern looked around. "Am I hearing things?", he wondered.
The very next thing he knew, he was at the gate into the Underworld.

Another person was having a restless night. Her name was Reia, and she was an oracle. Some called her a seer, some called her a prophet, but for some reason she always referred to herself as an oracle.
As she tossed and turned in her bed, a dream crept over her, but if anything, it was a nightmare. In her dream, she Saw the King of Ascalon clutching his heart and collapsing, a second wave of Charr destroying Ascalon, then Kryta, and then the very jungle that she slept in the heart of. She Saw evil overlords commanding the Charr to do their bidding, overlords with hearts of ice and bodies of fire. But none of this was the most startling thing she saw in her vision. The most startling thing she Saw was a man, smothered in flames, with jet black eyes, set in the cruelest expression she had ever seen or Seen, in reality or in vision. Finally, she Saw a young man, with a heart of gold, and a vigor none of the kings of Ascalon had had for years. He was kneeling, and a young lady was placing a crown on his head. Then she woke.

Reia immediatly reported her dream to Dream Master Arance, and soon Reia was explaining her vision to no less then Lord Governor Tiden.
--RPG STARTS HERE--

Rules:
1. No "God" playing, as in, "suddenly a bolt of lightning struck _____ down."
2. Leave NPC's to me, I know where this RPG is going. ^_^
3. If you want to leave don't just drop off, get to a battle and get killed or something. Make it make sense!
4. Have fun!

--RPG CLOSED FOR NEW PEOPLE... Sorry, don't want a spamfest or anything--

Rafe · Jan 05, 2006, 01:44 AM // 01:44

Name: Elias Heartsigh
Character Age: 31 Years Old
Profession/Fighting Style: Monk Protector
Where From: Lions Arch Nobility
Elias Heartsigh was always a rebel. As a young boy, he demanded that all call him Eli. When he turned 17, he promptly left his rich, noble family in Lions Arch, to join a fighting party going to tame the jungle. When Eli saw the damage being done by the White Mantle, he immedietly joined the Shining Blade, and eventually helped destroy the Lich. Now returned to Lions Arch and grown old, Eli has never quite quenched his desire for adventure.

Eli woke up that morning with quite the hangover. The party last night had been very much a success, but now was not the morning for a hangover. His assistant had woken him up with the news that the King of Ascalon had died and that a party from the Maguuma Jungle was leaving for the Northlands on the dream of a seer.
"Well sign me up. Do we know anybody who is already joined?"
"Well Dream Master Arance from the Jungle has been assigned to lead the party from the jungle. And I do believe that Ol' Tarks from the old army joined."
"Well if Tarks is fit enough to fight then I am too. Sign me up."
"Righto, Eli."
Elias decided to arrange a meeting in the Town Circle for all willing hands to join.

megalomaniac_mutant · Jan 05, 2006, 06:57 PM // 18:57

Lord Artan
age: unknown
profession: w/r
fighting style:nailing his enemies to trees from a distance and when they get near, cut them in two with his sword

Artan was found with approx 12 years, uncouncious, by an old man who was collecting wood. He took him home and gave him food, but the boy never said a single word. The old man kept him for a while, but after some days, the boy was costing him too much money, so he decided to give him to the king. So he went to Ascalon and explained the situation to Jassyn, one of the kings best men. Jassyn said that he would keep the boy, his only son had died in a battle. Jassyn treated the boy wich much care. Soon he loved him as he had loved his own son, but the boy still dint say a word. After three months he finally said, at lunch "my name is artan"
Then Jassyn, happy that the boy had speaked, bengun questioning him about his past, but the boy only said that he didnt remeber.
So they lived some years peacefully, loving each other as father and son.
But soon the war with the Charr became worst, and Artan told Jassyn that he wanted to fight for the peace. Jassyn didnt like the idea, because he had already lost a son to the war, but Artan was stubborn. He joined an warriors academy where he the best of the students, being his skills with a sword without mach. One day they had to destroy some stalkers that were killing the sheep, as a test of worth. Surprisingly, Artan, didnt kill any stalkers, but he became friends with one. The stalker, wich he named Krall, followed him everywhere and also prioved his worth in combat. Soon Artan was a complete warrior and was ready to beat the crap out of the charr;;;

just copy/pasted from the bios didnt wanna make a new one...

Synapse · Jan 06, 2006, 01:38 PM // 13:38

Name: Rianna Wraithcaller
Age: 25
Profession: Necromancer/Monk
Fighting Style: Minion Master. Rianna mainly leaves the production of the first few corpses to others but she can use life stealing hexes and damage from her staff in a pinch. After corpses are present, she exploits and raises minions from them. It is definitely better, when facing Rianna, to be the first to die. Those that die later see, as their last breath escapes, the terrified eyes of their former comrades inside the tortured flesh of the minions. Yes, it is much better to die first.

Born into a matriarchal family of mesmers, Rianna’s future was forever altered by a promise her mother made to Grenth. Rianna would have to train as a primary Necro in return for a small favor granted by Grenth to her mother.
Rianna’s older sister had run off to adventure in Cantha and had never returned. Rianna had completed her training but returned to the local area after her desert trials, eventually moving from the Ascalon settlement to Lions Arch where she was working at a small tavern called The Lions Tale. It had always seemed that her life was meant to be payment for someone else’s sins. She was to young for the Canthan adventure when the ships sailed away with her sister and as a necromancer she was not comfortable around the rest of her family, nor they with her.
Now this morning there was news that King Adlebern had died and there was to be a meeting in the Town Circle for those that would depart for the Northlands! Something about a seer’s dream?? She didn’t listen to all the gossip. She told the owner of the Lions Tale, Old Barston, that she had to run out for a bit.
“And what of my tables, lass? Who will tend them while you’re off ………and where are you going anyway?” His yelling degenerated into curses and mumblings but Rianna was already gone.
She ran quickly to Town Circle and saw a small group gathered there. She joined them, trying to appear more confident than she felt.

Symeon · Jan 06, 2006, 04:34 PM // 16:34

Name: Mylena Swiftwind
Age: 25
Profession: Ranger/Elementalist, fire spike
Where from: Born in Ascalon, Mylena became an orphan at 3 years old, and could not recall her parents. She lived in an orphanage for two years, until it closed down. Following this, she nearly starved to death, until she was taken in by an agency. After a few more years, she was given to a child-caring group, where she was well nourished and looked after. When she was 13, however, this closed down, and a sinister slave-trading group that had sneaked into Ascalon took her along with many others to the west. They went over the Shiverpeak mountains to Kryta, where they were displayed in a black market for sale, mostly to Canthan dealers. However, one day Mylena was bought by a mysterious figure. This person drugged her and took her by horse to the jungle. There, she was given to the Shining Blade, who brought her up and tought her to be a ranger. She learned the ways quickly, and chose to adopt the elementalist flame powers to deal heavy damage with a bow. When the adventurers from Ascalon came, she joined them, going to the Crystal Desert, the Shiverpeak Mountains, the Ring of Fire islands, and even the Underworld. Recently, she had returned to the jungle, living amongst others in the various small settlements there.

Now, it seemed something new had arisen. There were calls for willing hands to come to the Town Circle, to discuss travelling to Ascalon to head out into the Northlands, and a somewhat urgent matter. So, she made her way out of her house and down to the Town Circle, where she saw a group of people gathering. She joined them, wondering what she was getting herself into.

Sentao Nugra · Jan 06, 2006, 05:24 PM // 17:24

*note that this is my first attempt at doing RP, so i may be a little weak with my story*

Name: Sesha Nugra
Age: 23
Profession: Mesmer/Elementialist
Character note: Sesha has NOT experienced the main storyline (missions and quests)

Where from: When Sesha was a young girl, she had a great affection for magic. From her first wand, to her first days training with Lady Althea, to learning every written trick, to inventing a few of her own tricks. Sesha accomplished this in a short time period, albeit later in her lifetime. Coming from a poor family, she had to first get a job caring for Boba's Yaks in Yak's Bend. After she raised enough money, she decided to quit her job and move to a quaint little house in Ashford.

It was 3 years until anything signifigant happened for Sesha. She had been practicing her spells with Lady Althea when she first saw the sky turning black. It was at first a cloudy day, but a single black could had appeared over the charr lands, and it was expanding. She dismissed the initial sighting, and went on practicing.

After she had lunch in the theater, Sesha decided to go to Ascalon City to see if anyone else had noticed the strange cloud. The town was buzzing with chatter. King Adelburn was recruiting for the Ascalonian Army, to finally push the charr back, and destroy them.

Sesha pondered her situation. She had a fairly normal life, but craved for some excitement. At this point, her life would change forever. She had decided to join the Army.

There were challenging tasks to be done before being conscribed as a soldier, which Sesha had easily passed through. She graduated at the top of her class from The Academy, and was pulled aside by her favorite professor, Dr. Vokura, after the graduation ceremony. He handed Sesha a note, and said, "You must follow the instructions in this note very carefully, Sesha, for it will decide your future..." Without time to ask any questions, the Docter walked away.

Sesha,

Congratulations on your recent graduation from the academy. I am most impressed with your work there. However, I request of your assistance on an urgent military matter. Arrive at the Town Center promptly at 9 o'clock tomorrow morning, I will meet you there. Again, congratulations.

King Adelburn

Sesha's mind raced as she read the letter. What could he be speaking of? Why me?

~~~

As morning came, Sesha sipped her tea and reread the letter from the King many times. When the clocktower in Ascalon struck eight times, Sesha gathered her things and headed to the town center.

After arriving in the city, Sesha realized that there was no laughing, no hustle-and-bustle, and no minstrels playing in the streets. Looking out into the town center, she saw only a few people. What could have happened so soon, why is everyone so grim? Millions of questions raced through her head as she tracked down to the group of people.

Whatever it was, she was ready.

Rafe · Jan 06, 2006, 11:56 PM // 23:56

Just to remind you all, this is currently in basically, a medium size city (like Pre Searing Ascalon City). It is built OVER the Henge of Denravi.

Dream Master Arance set her glass of water on the table, and stood up to explain this gathering. When Elias had asked her to speak at this gathering she had had no idea just how big of a gathering he meant. Arance was never one for speeches, and the speech she had prepared seemed, to her, a mockery of the grandiose speeches of the kings. She took a deep breath and starting speaking.
"When Reia, one of my Seers, saw the king of Ascalon collapsing, it seemed bad. When we recieved word that he was dead, we knew that the call of this dream must be heeded. I stand before you and plead that you join this party headed to the Northlands of Ascalon. This trip will not be easy, and those who may be fragile are better off staying here. In the meantime, if you wish to join, please speak to one of the scribes at these nearby tables."
"Well," Arance thought, "that went well."

Mercenary662 · Jan 07, 2006, 04:07 AM // 04:07

(its been a while since ive done an RP so bear with me for a little while)

Name:Laris Glume
Age: 21
Profession: Ranger, Long ranged bowman
Where From: Laris lived a happy life with his mother and father in Kryta, until the day the Charr attacked the Ascalon walls. Soon after, his family traveled to what was left of Ascalon to help the survivers, Laris was only eight however, so a friend of his father's, named Juscular Tarlon, taught Laris how to use a bow. While his parents had gone for Ascalon, they insisted that he stayed with Juscular Tarlon, so he did. As time passed, he only recieved a couple of letters a year from his parents, until the letters stopped comming. e joined the White Mantle after forgetting his parents, after vigorously training with the While Mantle. Over the next 13 thirteen years, he heard stories of a band of men and women that slayed many White Mantle, and made it through the Magumma Jungle alive. One day, he found his letters from his parents, and decided to quit the White Mantle and head out into the forest, following the men and women who were supposedly from Ascalon, to see if he can find and news of there whereabouts.

Laris pushed aside a large bushy plant that was in his way, stepping through the mud and thinking, "Ever since those travelers came here many years ago, the forest has greatly calmed down...I wonder why...". After two nights of traveling, he came a crossed a large gathering in a town, it was peculier to him, to see this in the forest, "How long has this town been here?" he thought to himself. He grew closer to the crowd, trying not to be spotted. He ended up lying down in a large bush behind someone who wasi n the crowd.

Maximus Decimus Meridius · Jan 07, 2006, 11:01 AM // 11:01

Dhagon Ghent
Age: 25
Profession:: Axe Warrior
BIO: Dhagon was first recruited and undergone rigorous training, recognized for his stunning weapon mastery, at a very young age. The tough start was only the start of a horror-filled life. The military training was no walk in the park for Dhagon, being so young, he was often pushed around by people jealous of his talents. After several years, his harsh preparement was over, and he was forced to participate in many battles against charr invasions. The terrifying things he had experienced in these battles delt a hard blow to the still young mind of Ghent. Friends he have made dying left and right to the blades of the charr. If not for his steel mind, one would think he would have gone completely insane.

And then it came. The apocalypse. The searing. In just a few moments, the sky went black, the world around him darkened, fire, and brimstone rained from the "heavens", demolishing anything under it the falling rubble. The once glorius city, toppled. But one thing stood out amongst all the horror. He had failed. The one thing, his whole life was set on, the miserable existance he has been pit through to prepare, and devoted to, destroy. Just. Like. That.

Dhagon is now a cruel, stone-hearted man. It is as if the man has completely discarded the part of his brain that held emotions. The ideal warrior. Ruthless, cunning, calculating, strong, unmerciful. But most interesting of all...vengeful.

+++++

A dark menacing figure moved about the town circle of the town. He was armored from head to toe with armor that resembled a dragon, it was clearly a work of blacksmithing mastership. On his head was a rare helm, a blackened helm, some called it..."The Fissure Helmet". On his waist was a 'Sephis' model axe, and a large oblongate-daimond shaped shield ((Think Tanzit's Defender)) on his arm.

While moving about, the Dream Master had caught his attention. He was preaching a mission toward the now destroyed Ascalon and moving to the northlands. Where the Charr were. Dhagon cracked his neck, and moved toward a scribe..

The scribe looked up at Dhagon from his table.
"Well, hello there.."
He sat stunned, staring at the huge menacing figure across from him.
"Erm...If you would like to join this...group...please...sign on this sheet.."

Dhagon snatched the quill from the trembling hand of the small scribe, and signed

-Dhagon Ghent

on the parchment.

The scribed thanked Dhagon, and looked back down at his papers, trying to avoid the dark stare of Dhagon. Because when he did, he saw nothing but horror, despair, and utter blackness. The scribe was depressed for the rest of the week.

With that, Dhagon walked over to a lamp post, leaned his back on it with crossed arms, and awaited further instruction, while contemplating future events.

[EDIT Deleted note;; Edited in Sign in]

[Edit2 Edited in a small part;; fixed grammar & typos]

Rafe · Jan 07, 2006, 06:58 PM // 18:58

Quote:

Originally Posted by Maximus Decimus Meridius

ASSUMPTION: I'm assuming this is based on the main storyline, as Adelburn did not die in pre-searing. :P

Of course its after searing. I only say a garden in Adelberns palace cuz stuff is regrowing.

Anyways, I think here would be a good time to restrict new entries.

--Guys, sign up to one of the scribes!--

Mercenary662 · Jan 08, 2006, 05:44 AM // 05:44

Laris notices a dark looking man walk up to a table and sign something. Since he was still beliveing all the beliefs of the White Mantle, he saw everyone here an enemy. Thinking that he could get a promotion, or mybe something better, he decided to act as a "spy". Laris moves up to the scribe that the man had talked to, he listened to what he said and signed it

-Laris Glume

He looked over his shoulder, suspisiously, and moved towards a crowd of peop,e relaxing a little. He waited to see what might happen.

Sentao Nugra · Jan 08, 2006, 06:24 AM // 06:24

Sesha, after hearing the speech from Dream Master Arance, was quite confused. The man who wrote her a note to meet today, was now dead. A man in perfectly good health, vanishing right out of thin air. Whover had done this would pay.

Sesha immediately walked over to a table, and signed into the group. Now a little more ashured of the happenings, she began to use her keen sense of hearing to eaves drop on some of the conversations around town.

The undead Mesmer · Jan 08, 2006, 09:35 AM // 09:35

OOC: darnit cant join annymore my necromancer whas willing to kill you all :P annyway good story so far (not that i readed everything

) but good nevertheles.

megalomaniac_mutant · Jan 08, 2006, 01:02 PM // 13:02

Quote:

Originally Posted by The undead Mesmer

OOC: darnit cant join annymore my necromancer whas willing to kill you all :P annyway good story so far (not that i readed everything

) but good nevertheles.

HAHAHhahaHa

you didnt read it....lol

The undead Mesmer · Jan 08, 2006, 01:50 PM // 13:50

I know :P thats why i say that its good ^^ i wotn post here annymore because some strange people like megalomaniac act kinda STRANGE.

Synapse · Jan 09, 2006, 02:49 PM // 14:49

Rianna moved to one of the tables to sign up. She was behind a huge warrior type. He seemed to have a disorienting effect on the scribe because when it was her turn to sign the scroll her questions about their departure time-line only drew a trembling blank stare from the scribe. She shrugged and stepped away from the table, figuring someone would have the information....she would just have to wait.
The imposing axe warrior was leaning against a lamp post looking generally pissed off at the entire situation. Rianna decided to leave him to his own thoughts so she took up a spot beside a small statue and watched the sign-ups continue.

Sentao Nugra · Jan 09, 2006, 05:00 PM // 17:00

As Sesha continued to persue details over the recent happenings, she sat on a fountain in the center whilst eavesdropping.

One of the people in the crowd cought her eye. She was a ranger, given away by her bow and quiver. But something was different, there was an extra pouch on her belt, and a small object dangling from it. It reminded Sesha of the times when she would go out hunting aloes. Her mother used some sort of preperation that set the arrow tips on fire, and would ignite the target for a brief moment.

Sesha, having some knowledge about rangers, decided to walk up to the girl and instantiate a conversation.

OOC: When starting a conversation between two characters; can one person type up the text of the conversation or does it have to go back and forth between many posts?

Rafe · Jan 10, 2006, 03:44 AM // 03:44

Quote:

Originally Posted by Sentao Nugra

OOC: When starting a conversation between two characters; can one person type up the text of the conversation or does it have to go back and forth between many posts?

I think its best if you try to capture what the person would normally say but try to stay on the topic and not stray from what they would seemingly say. If you made my char say "will you marry me" well thats OOC for him.

Sentao Nugra · Jan 10, 2006, 04:48 AM // 04:48

Quote:

Originally Posted by Rafe

I think its best if you try to capture what the person would normally say but try to stay on the topic and not stray from what they would seemingly say. If you made my char say "will you marry me" well thats OOC for him.

thats what i thought, thanks for clarification...

Symeon · Jan 10, 2006, 08:04 AM // 08:04

OOC: Sorry been absent a bit, finding little free time recently but hopefully it will clear up.

I will post later, for now feel free to have a conversation with my character.