We have lived in relative peace for many years. We have had wars in our land and around our land. The last time anything this bad has happened was so long ago, even the folktales have died out. All of what has happened so many centuries ago, it must be coming back. Before a single word gets out, entire towns and its populations are turned to nothing but charred ashes. Our men look far and wide, but only those who have disappeared have seen and unfortunately felt the wrath of this ancient horror. How did our ancestors beat them back, we will have to rediscover.
They are coming, I could feel it. Everyone is having nightmares of an omnipotent beast. Red eyes, ablaze with a fire to consume them. What could it all mean?
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A horrible chill goes down your spine. A chill that shakes you and burns your every nerve at the same time. It's coming.
Name: Ezekiel
Race: Human
Equip: Two ******* swords, hardened leather pads, a crossbow and bolts, leather torso armor covered with many straps of leather strips, slight magical power.
Appearance: Ezekiel wears a tight fitting leather armor with straps to hold many weapons and tools. On his left shoulder, there is a decorative spike. On his right shoulder, he has leather folds protecting it. He wears no helmet. His hair is black and short. There is one sword on his waist and one strung over his back. He is average height for a human and has the rugged look of a wanderer.
Misc: He has come from a long line of cursed men.
((You should add a but more detail to the story, and Ill join.))
((That's how I usually make RPs, I discover the land and story with the roleplayers as we go along. All roleplayers have equal opportunities to make the story as they like. Cities, towns, places, conflict, people.))Ezekiel
His face felt hot. He woke up in cold sweat. All around him was darkness except for a small candle slowly burning out. He was... he was... he was in his room. Not his room, but a room in the most run down inn that he has ever been in. He got up, and pushed the fur curtains away from the window. The many houses in the farmlands below are also alive with people. It seems everyone has experienced the same nightware. But all he could remember were fiery eyes.
Name:Seth
Race:Elf
Equip: A longbow made of a special material so that it can't break, a quiver full of arrows, and a longsword. He also has black leather armor that covers his whole body except for his head. Knows a lot of magic.
Appearance: Covered in black leather armor, he has long dark brown hair and eyes, and has wiry muscle.
Misc: Is a master bowman, but not as good with his sword.
Name: Harek Race: Races plz! Equip: Two daggers dripping with poison, hardened black leather armor to help him melt into the shadows. Has a few throwing daggers and is armed with a few black magic spells Appearance:Tall-ish, with brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Although he can melt into the shadows with ease, he is fairly muscular, and incredibly agile Misc: Mainly uses daggers and poison, is a master assassin/thief.
((You're free to any humanoid race. This includes orcs, elfs, dwarves, werewolves, anything humanoid. You could also be one of the beasts, which are abstract. The beasts could be pretty much however you like them (large, small, horns, wings, fire breathing,fast), just not overpowered. Keep with the medieval fantasy theme.))
Ezekiel
As much as he could, sleep was impossible for him. He did not fear the devil he saw in his mind, but his body was shaken by the sight of it. How large was it? What was it? What does it mean? He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and checked the window again. The clouds had cracks of light shining through. Daylight was coming, but it was still a few hours until morning.
In the corner of the inn's room, he had his pouches and all. In a small chest rested his inherited family leather armor and his steel. Where did he belong in this land plagued by visions of oncoming doom? Perhaps he should join a trade.
Therefore, he suited up in his usual attires. His armor was packed neatly away in a large pouch, along with his steel. He opened the front door of the inn to leave and was greeted by a swarm of birds. Birds of all types, of all sizes and species, predators and prey, all fleeing in the same direction.
They are coming, I could feel it. Everyone is having nightmares of an omnipotent beast. Red eyes, ablaze with a fire to consume them. What could it all mean?
Name:
Race:
Equip:
Appearance:
Misc:
A horrible chill goes down your spine. A chill that shakes you and burns your every nerve at the same time. It's coming.
My Clan:
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My stories:(1)
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Race: Human
Equip: Two ******* swords, hardened leather pads, a crossbow and bolts, leather torso armor covered with many straps of leather strips, slight magical power.
Appearance: Ezekiel wears a tight fitting leather armor with straps to hold many weapons and tools. On his left shoulder, there is a decorative spike. On his right shoulder, he has leather folds protecting it. He wears no helmet. His hair is black and short. There is one sword on his waist and one strung over his back. He is average height for a human and has the rugged look of a wanderer.
Misc: He has come from a long line of cursed men.
((That's how I usually make RPs, I discover the land and story with the roleplayers as we go along. All roleplayers have equal opportunities to make the story as they like. Cities, towns, places, conflict, people.))Ezekiel
His face felt hot. He woke up in cold sweat. All around him was darkness except for a small candle slowly burning out. He was... he was... he was in his room. Not his room, but a room in the most run down inn that he has ever been in. He got up, and pushed the fur curtains away from the window. The many houses in the farmlands below are also alive with people. It seems everyone has experienced the same nightware. But all he could remember were fiery eyes.
My Clan:
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My stories:(1)
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Race:Elf
Equip: A longbow made of a special material so that it can't break, a quiver full of arrows, and a longsword. He also has black leather armor that covers his whole body except for his head. Knows a lot of magic.
Appearance: Covered in black leather armor, he has long dark brown hair and eyes, and has wiry muscle.
Misc: Is a master bowman, but not as good with his sword.
Race: Races plz!
Equip: Two daggers dripping with poison, hardened black leather armor to help him melt into the shadows. Has a few throwing daggers and is armed with a few black magic spells
Appearance:Tall-ish, with brown hair and piercing blue eyes. Although he can melt into the shadows with ease, he is fairly muscular, and incredibly agile
Misc: Mainly uses daggers and poison, is a master assassin/thief.
Ezekiel
As much as he could, sleep was impossible for him. He did not fear the devil he saw in his mind, but his body was shaken by the sight of it. How large was it? What was it? What does it mean? He rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and checked the window again. The clouds had cracks of light shining through. Daylight was coming, but it was still a few hours until morning.
In the corner of the inn's room, he had his pouches and all. In a small chest rested his inherited family leather armor and his steel. Where did he belong in this land plagued by visions of oncoming doom? Perhaps he should join a trade.
Therefore, he suited up in his usual attires. His armor was packed neatly away in a large pouch, along with his steel. He opened the front door of the inn to leave and was greeted by a swarm of birds. Birds of all types, of all sizes and species, predators and prey, all fleeing in the same direction.
My Clan:
[simg]http://i.imgur.com/h1Atq.gif[/simg]
My stories:(1)
[simg]http://i1081.photobucket.com/albums/j357/Nguyeninja/6kftusig.jpg?t=1295835928[/simg]