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Alright world, welcome to my Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay. This Rp is going to take place in the old world, also known as the fantasy section of the Warhammer franchise, and yes I already have a plot written. This Rp is going to be very realistic, well as realistic as a Fantasy Rp can be. There will be no Op characters, there ill be no starting as a legendary Elven warrior that has lived two thousand years and is unbeatable. I will give more OoC information in the rules.
To the story
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The Old World is once more in danger. The ever changing, and ever shifting chaos wastes have spawned the evil that threatens the world once more, and a New Chaos host is on the march, and you are the defenders. This being the seventh great Chaos incursion, the races of the Old World know they are unable to defend themselves alone. So, they joined together, Elf, Dwarf, Human, Orc's, and even Dark Elves stood together as brothers in arms, and they fell to the might of the Chaos host. With the lands of Kislev, also known as the North taken, the Chaos host will most likely overrun the Old World.... Or will they?
With the world in peril, the leaders of each race agree to meet one another in a safe, and neutral place for each of them. They travel to the South lands, a place owned by no man, Elf, or Dwarf for their private meeting, accompanied by their own personal guard. Meanwhile, the Chaos host bears down on the city of Middenheim, the last city between the host, and the rest of the Human Empire. With the fall of the Kislev, more and more Chaos beasts enter into the lands of the Human Empire everyday. What will be done to defend the world from Chaos Host? Who will fight for the Human Empire?
In the city of Middenheim, the walls are surrounded an all but the southern side. With guards at the walls day and night, there is very rarely peace within the city. The host seems ready to attack the city, will it fall to the Chaos Host?
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Alright, as in all my other Rp's, my Op sucks and I am sorry. Most of this Rp will be fought in Middenheim, but we may or may not travel elsewhere. I am going to give information on each city as we go through this Rp, and the Chaos Host may or may not be the be all depending on how far this Rp goes. The racial descriptions are going to be rather small. I am going to give a link for more information on them.
Races:
Human:
Description- Jack of all trades character, average strength, intelligence, and speed most of the time. A human can work on a certain skill and get much better with it, but if they work on all skills, they will never be above average with them. Rather rugged and the most populous race on the earth.
Age Limit- 100
Physicality- Human men are usually larger than the females, but that doesn't mean they are better warriors. A male can grow to be 6'0, and a female can grow to be 5'7.
Skills: Everything
Elf:
Description- Can do basically anything, but they aren't like Human in that sense. Where as a human can be a berserk warrior, an Elf can't. They are graceful creatures with a natural beauty, and affinity for magic. Most Elves are arrogant, and claim to be the most intelligent beings on the planet. The race is slowly declining to extinction.
Age- 2,500
Physicality: Elven men and women are basically the same in both height, and width. The male is usually only a bit larger, if not at all. A male can grow to be 6'5, and a female can grow to be 6'3.
Skills- Best as mages, archers, and skilled swordsmen.
Dwarf:
Description- Same as the elf, can do anything, but is unlike the Human. Dwarves are short, squat, ugly, but incredibly smart and strong. Arrogant creatures that feel they are better than anything else, the Dwarves are a race that respects honor, and the oath. This race is also slowly declining into extinction.
Age- 800
Physicality- Dwarves are short, stout and ugly. The male dwarf grows to be 4'5, and the female 4'4. Male dwarves are usually twice as wide as a human because of how much dwarves work, and fight. The female dwarf is usually 1 and 1/2 as wide a human.
Skills- Blacksmith, miner, berserker, runesmith, and engineer.
Orc:
Description- Sucks at basically everything The Orc is a huge creature, tall, bulky with muscle, tusks, and just plain stupid. The male and female Orc can grow up to 7'0. Orc's are like insects, they multiply quickly and show up everywhere. Very rarely is an Orc seen in normal society due to their berserk, and savage instincts.
Age- At most 100, but they usually die young due to stupidity.
Physicality- Huge, bulk with muscles, tusks that are usually yellow, and blue or green colored.
Skills- Berserker
Dark Elf:
Description- Evil and exactly like the elf in everything else.
Age- Same as elf.
Physicality- Same height, and muscle build, but they have pitch black, or snow white hair, along with snow white skin.
Skills- Best as mages, archers, and skilled swordsmen.
Maps:
The Human Empire:
The Elven Empire:
Rules:
1. No godmodding- You are not the best at what you do in these lands. So, if you are fighting you can get harmed. Also, if there are 10,000 mutants bearing down on you and your force of one hundred men, don't think you are going to survive.
2. No metagaming- I cannot stress this enough. This rule is probably one of the most important for this particular Rp. The chaos host is sneaky, so don't expect you will be everywhere all the time to fight them.
3. No powerplaying- As stated above already, you are not the best at what you do. Don't think you are going to get out of a fight without injury.
4. Romance is possible within this Rp, but keep it PG-13. Also, this is a time of serious war. Don't base your entire Rp around love and your relationship. That gets people killed.
5. Keep in mind racial advantages. I don't are what your app says, a human or elf does not have the physical strength of an orc.
5. Swearing is allowed, mostly in Ic though.
6. No bullying, put downs, disruptions, and memes.
7. Respect the decision of my mods and me.
8. There is going to be something special for each race, and each race alone (mostly). So don't expect to be a human, with dragon riding skills.
9. If you want to do anything special with the Rp, PM please.
10. Check the Wiki... There is so much crap there that can make your rp experience one hundred percent better.
Apps:
Name:
Race:
Age:
Skill/Class:
Profession:
Personality (not to be rp'd)
Appearance (i would prefer descriptions, and if it is a pic, then no anime or real life pics):
Biography (1+ paragraphs):
Suggestions:
Other:
Personality: Kind, and unlike most elves, isn't arrogant. He is a good person to be around, but in battle, he gets very serious. He is confident in his abilities, and weilds two long blades that rest in crossed sheaths when not being used.
Appearance: Drone knows it, will be posting soon enough. Basically a tall, blonde elf with two swords in its hand.
Biography: It all started with Corisar first picked up the two blades from where they lay. They had strange runes on them, one with red ones, and the other had blue. The two swords were classified as long swords, though they were a bit longer than other long swords. The high elf instantly liked the weight of them, not to heavy or light. He soon grew to live off the familiar weight on his back, worried when he didn't have them.
The two swords were a gift from the Phoenix King himself. They were enchanted with different things. The one with the blue runes one would never break, and the red runed one kept his mind cleared and panic free. The gift also came with a new title, 'The Guard of the Phoenix King. Yes, Corisas was being made the personal guard of the King of all the elves.
The reason for getting such a job and two weapons, was because he had saved the King from a dragon attack. The kind could have saved himself, had he had a weapon. Unfortunately, at the time he was weaponless beside a small dagger in his boot, which would do little against a dragon of that size. At the time, Corisas heard the King call for his guards, but little did he know that the guards were behind hearing distance.
Corisar quickly drew the two normal long swords from his plain leather sheaths on his back, and rushed to help. He couldn't beat a dragon, that he knew, so he threw his two swords at the dragon, one landing on a scale and bouncing off, while the other one landed in it's soft stomach. Not believing in his immense luck, he quickly helped the Phoenix king up and walked back to his palace, where he was given the offer of the swords and job all in one after a small test to make sure he was qualified up close with two swords, a unusual combo.
(( Wow! I'll be joining this without a doubt... Only problem is that my head is full of lore from Warhammer 40,000 because I just finished the Bloodquest graphic novel an hour ago ))
(( Luckily all of the other Warhammer graphic novels I have are fantasy. *Runs off to find them* I can only find Darkblade, but I also have Tales from The Ten-Tailed Cat somewhere. I don't think Darkblade will help with this RP though. Maybe if I wanted to create a Dark Elf, but I think I'm going to go for a human battle priest ))
Name: Ivor Steelhammer
Race: Dwarf (his last name is STEELHAMMER. What else would it flipping be?))
Skill/Class: Engineer
Age: 235
Profession: Smith.
Personality: Very frank and honest, but doesn't know his strength. A 'pat in the back' left a human female immobilized from the waist down once. Often plans ahead, but if there's ale nearby... Soon there won't be.
Appearance: Clad head to toe in bronze and leather he can make quite the figure, his bushy black beard sticking out from underneath his goggles and mask, his weathered skin calloused all over.
Bio: Ivor was raised as a nomad dwarf, his strangely tall frame granting him mobility over his brethren. The tribe would go to a town, sell whatever they'd accumulated and leave. This meant that his name spread quickly to one general Riker. Riker summoned Ivor and offered him a place among the ranks, with a roof over his head and warm food in his belly. The price? Make weapo s that the populace most likely didn't even imagine yet. Flamethrowers, grenades, rifles... He made them all. He designed them all.
Other: NA
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(( Have you read Warhammer? Because your magic lore fits perfectly with the Elven lore for magic. Though, I accept everything, but you can't be a kiind Elf. High Elves are basically a*sholes to the other races, you can be nice at time, but it's not very often. Your profession can be a mage, but not Archmage, that's too Op. ))
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Name: Gilur Gurni Race: Dwarf Age: 357 Skill/Class: Slayer A Slayer is a class that if you would visit the wiki, you would know what other classes there are. A Slayer is a dwarf that commit a serious crime that feels they have to atone for it by an honorable death, so they would be accepted into the halls of Grimnir. A berserk and battle loving dwarf that lives for battle. Profession: Slayer Personality: Gilur is battle loving, strong, enduring, and crazy. He rushes into battle without really thinking about it, unless highly outnumbered. Like most dwarves, he looks down on the other races, and is greatly ashamed by his sin. Appearance:
Biography: Gilur is the son of Grungi Gurn, and is a strong and admirable dwarf Slayer. Before he became a Slayer, he was an engineer for the High King, but that all changed the day he was in charge of the great air journey on the Unsinkable. He was in charge of driving the airship, but wasn't always paying attention. Eventually, it crashed into the edge of a mountain, and several explosions shook the ship. Gilur was thrown clear of the ship before it exploded, and he was already near the Slayer Hold. When the ship exploded, he hated himself, and hated the dishonor that was brought to his family and himself, so he took the slayer oat. He shaved his head, and dyed the small bit of hair on his head left orange. He lived in the city of slayers for several years learning how to fight with an Axe, until he felt he was ready to go out and die for his sin. When he heard of the North being taken by the Chaos host, he went up to Middenheim for the glory of death by battle.... Suggestions: Mine Other: Check the damned Wiki
Name: Tzun Lajn Race: Elf Age: 1,064 Skill/Class: Warlock. Profession: Healer. Personality (not to be rp'd): Shy, doesn't care much for people. Very serious and literal. Feels that life isn't worth living until you've experienced it all. Appearance (i would prefer descriptions, and if it is a pic, then no anime or real life pics): My avatar. Biography (1+ paragraphs): Born in the Elven metropolis of Amora in the plane of Rynaga, he was a simple arcane practitioner, but when a simple teleportation spell went awry, he was transferred to the another world. This was the turning point of his life. He seemed to be more interested in staying in this new plane and learning all about it, rather than going back to Rynaga, where he was hated for being a mage. He made his way to the Shadowlands and has been living his life in the mountains surrounding it ever since, studying arcane singularities that he has collected. Suggestions:N/A. Other: Nothing really. I use a lot of mage spells, but they ALWAYS have a chance to fail, and I actually roll dice and make it fair when attacking. Btw, gave the wiki a quick skim, not too shabby.
"There are many things in this world, malign things. If you come with me, you will be sparred, if you stay here, I pity your foolishness." -Tzun Lajn (Me)
Age Limit- 100
Physicality- Human men are usually larger than the females, but that doesn't mean they are better warriors. A male can grow to be 6'0, and a female can grow to be 5'7.
Skills: Everything
Age- 2,500
Physicality: Elven men and women are basically the same in both height, and width. The male is usually only a bit larger, if not at all. A male can grow to be 6'5, and a female can grow to be 6'3.
Skills- Best as mages, archers, and skilled swordsmen.
Age- 800
Physicality- Dwarves are short, stout and ugly. The male dwarf grows to be 4'5, and the female 4'4. Male dwarves are usually twice as wide as a human because of how much dwarves work, and fight. The female dwarf is usually 1 and 1/2 as wide a human.
Skills- Blacksmith, miner, berserker, runesmith, and engineer.
Age- At most 100, but they usually die young due to stupidity.
Physicality- Huge, bulk with muscles, tusks that are usually yellow, and blue or green colored.
Skills- Berserker
Age- Same as elf.
Physicality- Same height, and muscle build, but they have pitch black, or snow white hair, along with snow white skin.
Skills- Best as mages, archers, and skilled swordsmen.
Name:
Race:
Age:
Skill/Class:
Profession:
Personality (not to be rp'd)
Appearance (i would prefer descriptions, and if it is a pic, then no anime or real life pics):
Biography (1+ paragraphs):
Suggestions:
Other:
Race: Elf
Age: 1,247
Skill/Class: Swordsman
Profession: Phoenix King's Guard.
Personality: Kind, and unlike most elves, isn't arrogant. He is a good person to be around, but in battle, he gets very serious. He is confident in his abilities, and weilds two long blades that rest in crossed sheaths when not being used.
Appearance: Drone knows it, will be posting soon enough. Basically a tall, blonde elf with two swords in its hand.
Biography: It all started with Corisar first picked up the two blades from where they lay. They had strange runes on them, one with red ones, and the other had blue. The two swords were classified as long swords, though they were a bit longer than other long swords. The high elf instantly liked the weight of them, not to heavy or light. He soon grew to live off the familiar weight on his back, worried when he didn't have them.
The two swords were a gift from the Phoenix King himself. They were enchanted with different things. The one with the blue runes one would never break, and the red runed one kept his mind cleared and panic free. The gift also came with a new title, 'The Guard of the Phoenix King. Yes, Corisas was being made the personal guard of the King of all the elves.
The reason for getting such a job and two weapons, was because he had saved the King from a dragon attack. The kind could have saved himself, had he had a weapon. Unfortunately, at the time he was weaponless beside a small dagger in his boot, which would do little against a dragon of that size. At the time, Corisas heard the King call for his guards, but little did he know that the guards were behind hearing distance.
Corisar quickly drew the two normal long swords from his plain leather sheaths on his back, and rushed to help. He couldn't beat a dragon, that he knew, so he threw his two swords at the dragon, one landing on a scale and bouncing off, while the other one landed in it's soft stomach. Not believing in his immense luck, he quickly helped the Phoenix king up and walked back to his palace, where he was given the offer of the swords and job all in one after a small test to make sure he was qualified up close with two swords, a unusual combo.
Suggestions: None
Other: None
Race: Dwarf (his last name is STEELHAMMER. What else would it flipping be?))
Skill/Class: Engineer
Age: 235
Profession: Smith.
Personality: Very frank and honest, but doesn't know his strength. A 'pat in the back' left a human female immobilized from the waist down once. Often plans ahead, but if there's ale nearby... Soon there won't be.
Appearance: Clad head to toe in bronze and leather he can make quite the figure, his bushy black beard sticking out from underneath his goggles and mask, his weathered skin calloused all over.
Bio: Ivor was raised as a nomad dwarf, his strangely tall frame granting him mobility over his brethren. The tribe would go to a town, sell whatever they'd accumulated and leave. This meant that his name spread quickly to one general Riker. Riker summoned Ivor and offered him a place among the ranks, with a roof over his head and warm food in his belly. The price? Make weapo s that the populace most likely didn't even imagine yet. Flamethrowers, grenades, rifles... He made them all. He designed them all.
Other: NA
Race: Dwarf
Age: 357
Skill/Class: Slayer
A Slayer is a class that if you would visit the wiki, you would know what other classes there are.
A Slayer is a dwarf that commit a serious crime that feels they have to atone for it by an honorable death, so they would be accepted into the halls of Grimnir. A berserk and battle loving dwarf that lives for battle.
Profession: Slayer
Personality: Gilur is battle loving, strong, enduring, and crazy. He rushes into battle without really thinking about it, unless highly outnumbered. Like most dwarves, he looks down on the other races, and is greatly ashamed by his sin.
Appearance:
Biography: Gilur is the son of Grungi Gurn, and is a strong and admirable dwarf Slayer. Before he became a Slayer, he was an engineer for the High King, but that all changed the day he was in charge of the great air journey on the Unsinkable. He was in charge of driving the airship, but wasn't always paying attention. Eventually, it crashed into the edge of a mountain, and several explosions shook the ship. Gilur was thrown clear of the ship before it exploded, and he was already near the Slayer Hold. When the ship exploded, he hated himself, and hated the dishonor that was brought to his family and himself, so he took the slayer oat. He shaved his head, and dyed the small bit of hair on his head left orange. He lived in the city of slayers for several years learning how to fight with an Axe, until he felt he was ready to go out and die for his sin. When he heard of the North being taken by the Chaos host, he went up to Middenheim for the glory of death by battle....
Suggestions: Mine
Other: Check the damned Wiki
(( We will be starting most likely ))
Race: Elf
Age: 1,064
Skill/Class: Warlock.
Profession: Healer.
Personality (not to be rp'd): Shy, doesn't care much for people. Very serious and literal. Feels that life isn't worth living until you've experienced it all.
Appearance (i would prefer descriptions, and if it is a pic, then no anime or real life pics): My avatar.
Biography (1+ paragraphs): Born in the Elven metropolis of Amora in the plane of Rynaga, he was a simple arcane practitioner, but when a simple teleportation spell went awry, he was transferred to the another world. This was the turning point of his life. He seemed to be more interested in staying in this new plane and learning all about it, rather than going back to Rynaga, where he was hated for being a mage. He made his way to the Shadowlands and has been living his life in the mountains surrounding it ever since, studying arcane singularities that he has collected.
Suggestions:N/A.
Other: Nothing really. I use a lot of mage spells, but they ALWAYS have a chance to fail, and I actually roll dice and make it fair when attacking. Btw, gave the wiki a quick skim, not too shabby.