“Natharsis: The Crystal Isles” is a mature server with dedicated staff, aiming to present and monitor a pleasant server where the player comes first. We offer a plethora of nifty plugins, such as lorelocks, brewery, climbable, and many more, to further enhance the player experience. In the fantasy-medieval theme of Natharsis, where radiation has corrupted the world, magic is wielded by powerful sorcerers, and Godly beings walk the earth, we are sure you will find what you desire in a roleplay server.
"The sands of time wait for none. Not for man, woman or child.
At the meeting of the Two Moons, a dark Era will come upon the world to bathe it in chaos and despair.
And in the looming shadow, the world of Men shall rise to heights never seen before... or fall into oblivion, where the blackest of creatures lurk."
These were the words that ran rampant among the races of Natharsis. The “Final Embrace” they called the prophecy, whoever dared speak it was cast off a lunatic, or suffered a fate far worse than that. Yet, fifteen years ago, one crisp, Autumn evening, the words had proven to be ones of truth, as man and woman and child stared at the sky as two of the most distant moons collided in an event of indescribable beauty and horror.
That day marked the new age the people now live in. After the "Final Embrace", spectators observed as the starred sky lit up with foreign lights, streaking through the sky towards their home. It was an awe-inspiring feeling, met with different blends of fear, sadness, bliss, and other emotion. Soon, fear overpowered the others as the streaks met Nartharsis, their home. The ground shook as the air rang with the impacts of the lights. Many fled in shock, hiding where they could as they listened to the steady thudding, hoping for an end. Eventually, their hopes were granted, yet a new beginning was upon them.
Life resumed its meager pace, with researchers flocking to whatever formations they could find, seeking answers over the question of "what happened?" As they approached the formations, they had to hack their ways through thick flora in areas originally calm with life. At these areas, they discovered the stones of the sky, as some called them, and removed a shard for research, or even recreation. It did not matter for what purpose each shard served to its possessor for very long. Discoveries of plague and sickness began to run wild within the coming weeks, stirring the population, but not displacing them. Soon, they grew restless as the plague grew more intense than any before.
The plague had crept past all previous illnesses or epidemics, showing itself as a unique horror. As many before it, it would leave the victim weak and in suffering as it afflicted various effects such as fatigue and nausea, wearing down those it affected. When physically, a victim was left battered, the mental state was targeted, turning them insane. They would lash out, attack, their humanity was stripped from them as they became a Corrupted. The Corrupted being was no longer the human it was, rather an empty shell of aggression and conflict. These husks would fight those not yet afflicted by the plague, while the plague twisted and corrupted numerous new hosts. Cities were no longer what they were, now sinking into a walled area of disease and death. Villages and towns, lacking walls, fell quickly as the plague twisted residents. Theories and accusations flew as failure after failure to contain the plague worried the shrinking populace. The survivors fled, running from their desolate homes and counting their stars as the plague seemingly skipped over them.
Where the plague hadn’t struck men, it struck beast and plantlife. Once timid creatures turned into foul beings of utter bloodlust, twisted into unrecognizable and nightmare-inducing forms. The plants devoured the tranquil lands as they grew to gargantuan sizes, blocking the sun and all the warmth and light it provided.
The few resilient enough to survive were met with challenges in a new society. In a state of worried anarchy, there were those that succumbed to crime and scarcity. In the new frontier, bandits and crime were thriving as little else than a petty militia of a sickly settlement could combat crime. Survivors would resort to trickery and backstabbing in skirmishes over what little remained. Fourteen years of conflict over any farm or remotely defendable hovel laid waste to nearly all forms of organization. The future, in a word, was bleak.
A light shone in the darkness for the survivors of the plague: the Crystal Isles. Rumors regarded it as a safe haven for all those that desired to escape the horrors the Final Embrace had brought forth. There were still reports of the plague on the isles, but in less number than those found on the main continents. Many saw this as a chance to relive their life, to earn it back, while others, they saw potential. The erratic nature of rule drew many to think of the land as lawless, and as a result, some were drawn to the isles with malicious intent. Others were drawn for broader intentions, such as ruling the isles themselves. All of these were drawn to one island, and history was written with each interaction and conflict over a land blessed with an easier chance at life.
A lot has gone into this server over the past few weeks, and I'm extremely excited for our launch in two weeks! I can assure you that our staff team is filled with skill and creativity, and players from our community of past roleplay servers are truly amazing people! This server will be like none other, so if you're reading this and you aren't sure... take the step.
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Character name:Jerome Williams
Gender:Male
Race:Human Sub race:Shoran
Age:23
Appearance: (A written description of your character, as well as an in game screenshot of your skin)
From a distance Jerome looks like any other man, medium sized(5'7ish), dark, and thin. Yet, he is looked at closely it is obvious that he has gone through many trials and tribulations. The large scar that stretches around his side that he tries to hide at all cost. Though against his relatively small size its obvious he can hold his own in a fight. Jerome suffers a lack of vision in his deep blue eyes. His long, brown, untamed hair shows just how little care he has taken care of himself. Due to his history he wheres an old cloak at all times to cover his often tattered cloths and dirty boots.
Personality: (Including strength and flaws of your character)
Jerome is a man who will stay quiet and reserved around those that he doesn't know or associate with, but when he sees what cannot be justified with any means he no longer takes a quiet stance and will speak his mind freely. As he grows comfortable around people he does open up and allow his personality to show through and become much more sociable. The most valuable skill he holds to himself is his strong mind. Unfortunately however, he is unable to participate in physical exertion for extremely extended periods of time to to a childhood injury that left him with a major scar across his back.
His strengths are simple. He is extremely smart and has a constant want to learn. This has come to a point where he has learned to adapt to most situations. Because of his logical thinking he has also been able to make decisions using logic rather than emotion in high stress situations and is able to keep calm in these same situations.
His flaws are much the same. Because he is so logical, he is often at ends with religious people. Due to his need for knowledge he often places himself in horrible situations in order to obtain more knowledge. Physically the large scar on his back prevent him from physically exerting himself for extended periods of time which can often make him a liability in long treks or journeys.
Background Story: (As much as we enjoy creative writing, we want every character to relate to the plot in one way or another)
As a person, Jerome has never been particularly religious. This is undoubtedly due to the fact that his parent were both bent on the logical side of life. His father a scientist and his mother a librarian, Jerome was never far from a large amount of knowledge and took advantage of it as much as he could. One day on his way home from his mothers library however when it all began. As a deafening noise filled the air Jerome looked up to see millions of bright lights shooting through the sky at an astounding speed. He marveled at this for only a few seconds before an enormous shaking began as the meteors destroyed the very landscape around him. As this continued he scrambled for cover only to be hit in the head by falling rocks from the mountain path beside him, knocking him out.
When he awoke he was horrified at the destruction around him. After only a few moments he began to worry about his parents. As he was closer to his mothers' library he ran as fast as he could back to her. As he approached the library he could see a massive fire where the library should have been and began to panic. As he came closer to the rubble he could truly see the extent of the damage. The area where the library was at first was nothing more that a smoldering pothole. Upon seeing this he fell to his knees and burst into tears unable to fathom the situation that had just unfolded before him. After he was able to finally regain his composure he stood up and headed for the only destination that he could think of, his fathers lab. After several hours of pained walking he finally reach his destination.
Though in ruins it was nowhere near as bad as his previous destination and as he approached he spotted something on the horizon. As he peered closer he was able to make out what appeared to be the silhouette of his father and many others from the nearby village that now lay in ruins. Elated at the sight of this, Jerome ran and began to yell to gain the peoples attention. As he got closer a man began to run towards him, arms outstretched. It took only seconds for Jerome to recognize his father, even in both of their battered states. As they embraced Jeromes' father explained what had happened and that everybody who had survived was heading north towards the larger kingdoms to seek refuge. After one last night in the village the group set out.
What had originally been a village of around 200 people had been down decimated down to he group of around 60 people. After the first few week the corruption had taken hold of around 20 people in the group. Unable to make a decision for the rest of the group the corrupted made a decision of their own, they would leave in the middle of the night that way whatever they did hopefully wouldn't affect the rest of the group. Though teary eyed at the sight of this the next day, the group continued on and honored the heroic decision made by the corrupted.
As the first year ended the group approached the first stop, Though it was a kingdom that appeared to be in ruins the group approached it anyways due to the fact that one of the younger boys began to suffer from a strange illness. Normally one child falling ill wouldn't have stopped the group for long, except that when this child fell ill so did about half of the group. Making a dangerous decision, the group decided to load up everybody and rush to the kingdom to seek medical assistance. As the group approached the walls however, they could instantly tell that something was awry. As they approached the front gate they were able to tell why they felt the eerie feeling from before.
The people of the ruined kingdom, at least those affected by the strange crystals from the meteors, had become ravenous for human flesh. Many of which had begun to foam at the mouth or turn a awful shade of blue or green.Unfortunately much of the group was unable to escape the first wave of those affected due to carrying the sick people. By the time the group had been able to escape the first obstetrical of the diseased, they had come to the next, other survivors. While those affected by the disease had become monsters, those who had survived had become horrifying people who would kill to survive and do whatever it takes to continue on with their own lives.
The remaining 20 people in the group had traveled to multiple kingdoms over the next 6 years and found much of the same thing. During this time Jerome had begun to grow and age, as had his thirst for knowledge. This continued on for 7 more year as the group traveled on. Though as they continued in their travels, rumors of a king began to surface and the group felt that that was their next option. As the group made progress towards the fabled "haven" disaster struck once again.
As the group approached a small town they were attacked by a group of bandits. Each person of the group was knocked out and tied up. This was realized when, to his horror, Jerome woke up to the situation. They leader of the bandits said only a few things to the group. "Give us everything you have" and "now kill them all". Unfortunately at these words , the bandits began. One by one they bandits slaughtered the survivors. As they approached Jerome, who was by his aged father who at this point from the stress had become white haired and wrinkled, Jerome hatched a plan. As he leaned towards his father to tell him the plan, the leader of the bandits singled him out. The leader then walked over to Jerome, grabbed him by his long hair and threw him away from the group. "I think that ill kill you myself" He said to Jerome as he drew his sword and began to slash downward. As the sword came down on Jerome so many things happened at once.
The deafening roar of the Corrupted bursted through the air, the sword had come down onto Jerome, yet not before Jeromes' father had jumped and slammed into to Leader, causing him to miss his target and only getting Jeromes side leaving a large, deep gash into his skin. The leader, assuming that Jerome had been slain, turned towards his father and in one swift motion, beheaded him.
Almost momentarily the corrupted arrived and had begun to attack the remaining survivors and chasing the bandits. The bandits scattering kept the corrupteds attention and miraculously Jerome survived the attack. While he was losing a lot of blood, Jerome wasn't willing to move until he knew that the corrupted had left.
After he had determined they had left, Jerome began to work quickly dressing his wound. He tried to move, but was unable to and blacked out. When he had waken up Jerome only knew one thing, that he was moving in a wagon with a stranger driving, but he was unable to move and blacked out once again. When he woke up again Jerome heard the sound of rushing water and the grunts of two horses. It was at this point that he was finally able to try and sit up.
As he began to brace himself he heard the feminine voice of the driver say to him, "Try not to move, you'll aggravate your wound and I don't have anymore bandages to redress it again." Astounded Jerome could only mutter question to her in fragments such as "Who a-a-are yo..." and "W-w-w-here.....", but the female voice must have been able to understand enough of the question to answer them. "My name is Elizabeth and I'm taking you as close as i can to the kings haven without entering it myself." As confused as he was he didn't question her choice and only thanked her. As the 15th year came around Jerome was finally able to take care of himself and Elizabeth had warned him that they're paths would soon divert as they approached the Kingsland. As they approached the outer lands of the what was now the kingdom, Elizabeth told Jerome that she was sorry that she couldn't continue on with him and handed him a book. As he thanked her and they were about to part ways Elizabeth said one more thing him. "Maybe we'll see each other again one day, but before I'm able to enter into the kingdom I have one more thing that I have to do." As she said this she removed her dirty cloak and handed it to him. "You still have a long way to go before you reach the haven and the weather doesn't look like it'll be on your side, so take this." As he accepted the cloak he could only say thank you to the stranger that had saved his life and as he turned away and begin walking towards the haven, turned and yelled thank you once more and as became teary-eyed determined in his mind that the only way to honor what the stranger did for him, would be to survive. It was here that he had another reason for survival. As he began what he hopes to be his final trek for survival many question came to his mind:What do I have to offer to these people, what do they have that they can offer me, and finally what do they have that i can learn and what will i teach them.
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The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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It's a really great server. I've played on it from the original launch back in January and it was the most well-built roleplay server I've ever seen. It created some really entertaining RP and I highly recommend that you join it.
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Previous RP experience: 2 other roleplay servers both are not running anymore
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Character name:Ivory Everheart
Gender:Female
Race (and optional subrace):Human Centralers
Age:26
Appearance: Ivory has a calming aura to her when she is not hunting. her brunette hair and pretty face is deceptive to how potent she is with a bow. Usually dressed in her hunting gear most of the time.
Personality:Sutle, shifty, wont start conversation unless she wants something but will still talk if spoken to. perceptive, likes her bow. Never see her use a sword unless its to finish prey or unless she forced to. Determined, thief, not scared easy, very attached to loved ones. Not acute with swords. Good at range. Bad at melee. Even though a peasant decent talking skills and manners from those early years at the noble house
Background Story:Ivory was born of a noble women and a great hunter(still lowly peasant). Her parents shared a secret affair, knowing having relations would be forbidden in her family, she had to hide it. When she found out she was pregnant she had to bribe another close noble to act as her lover. It worked to; for 5 year after she was born. Her dad took her once a week to spend time with him, but there was a problem, with the wife at least. Anyone could tell the baby was not a noble one, no. She was clearly a walking resemblance of her dad, but of course the wife blamed those assumptions on of her being underage.
When she was 5 years old her dad took her as he normally did every week, but this time was different. Once they got to his shack at the side of the slums, she noticed one more bow than normal. She was used to bows bigger than here coming and going, breaking and buying but that's what made this one different; it was small... small enough for her. Without a word her father grabbed the small bow and a quiver of 20 some arrows and told her to follow him. They went into the forest to a range, about 15 feet long, with a target at the end. After he taught her how to shoot her went down to the other end and picked up the target. "Shoot the target" he said. She wondered why, the target was so small and her dad was so big. But she did as asked she got an arrow from the quiver and shot. it flew right into the dads leg, but since she was so young she didn't have enough strength to shoot the arrow into the leg and it fell to the ground. She screamed "DAD!". He calmly said "Try again". Shaking she pulled another arrow and shot again; higher this time. It skid her dad across the arm and blood drew from a small cut on his arm. She dropped the bow and Screamed "DAD I'm sorry!". Calmly he said "Try again". This time though, she was scared to death. She picked up her bow slowly and aimed, this time she felt something weird, she looked at her dad, he was smiley, was he seeing something she was not? Suddenly the arrow shot loose hitting right the bull-eye. Her father laughed and said she was a natural. "Try again but this time don't get alarmed by the feeling". How did he know? Has he felt it before? But she did as asked. She pulled out another arrow and aimed, she felt it again, but this time it didn't feel weird, it felt normal like it was supposed to be here. When she shot it hit right at the bull-eye. They continued to do this the rest of the day, her father slowly back up each time.
This happened for about a year and a half until her mother noticed something weird. Her daughter was abnormally strong for a 7 year old girl. She immediately thought of her father. Outraged she sent a spy of the family to she what was happening with her dad. When the spy reported back, she almost sent an assassin to kill him. but she decided to do the honorable thing and tell him to get out of town and never see her daughter again. He did one of those things, he got his daughter in the middle of the night and ran back to his shack. He told her to get her bow and all the arrows that could fit in a quiver. She did so while her father got supplies: His bow, food, bedroll, and something old it looked like a gold statue. She asked what that was but he didn't respond. Once they got outside he ripped a stick from the shack and caught it a fire with some flint and steel. The end of the stick caught on fire and he threw it into the old would shack. It slowly burned as they escaped the city to find the next.
It was 3 years later, Ivory is a fully functional huntress now, at 11, She got a bow to replace her smaller one her dad gave her at 5, but she never got rid of that small bow.She never asked about that night until now. Once she got back from a hunt carry a baby deer, she went to find her dad and he told her this story, but she had one more question. what was that gold statue. He got up and went to his bed, reached into the hay and pulled out the statue. she stared in awe. "Its a statue of some god it think, while i was hunter i saw a stranger, said it was a gift, said it'd help me with hunting, magical or something said it'd help me and my children. A few months later the final embrace happened and claimed her father. His final words he told me the story of my birth and youth, told me he loved me, i thought that was it, but then "Ivory that statue... its not magic, I stole it from your moms house the night we left, just for the money. I told you that story to make you feel like it was making you better at hunting and training, but the statue does have a bit of me in it and a bit of you. Remember that when you come back from your hunts." and then he was gone. She struck by though, doing what she loved and everyday becoming a better hunter. She did this for 15 years until she was 26. A legion of guards, royal they said, had came to return her to her mother who had finally found her. Told her to pack and they'd be back in an hour to escort her home. But this was her home. Knowing they would not let her go freely if she asked, she packed: food, bedroll, the small bow her dad gave her and a quiver full of arrows. She ripped a stick from her shack and rubbed them together to get some fire and threw it in the shack, she ran to the city as her home burnt.
Not thinking about it to much she went into the city, She found a shop to sell her golden stature that used to be her fathers, knowing she wouldn't need it anymore. It was enough money to get a ship ride to a new land, The Crystal Isles the captain said, and buy a new bow, but she'd have to start again for the third time, in the slums again. But why not live in the forest she thought Some Fernel did it, why couldn't she...
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Character name: Grover
Gender: Male
Race (and optional subrace): Fenrel (Dreai/Eyli)
Age: 31
Appearance: Golden fur covering his legs and face, a short golden beard. Small black horns. Black eyes. White/tan skin. Black hooves. Green armbands on each arm made of grass. He stands shorter than the other Dreai fenrel because of his mixed background at around average human height. http://i.imgur.com/3pfZSAJ.png
Personality: Grover, growing up in Dreai culture, is laid back and very in tune with outdoors, wildlife, and nature. He is friendly and very sociable, mostly trying to avoid altercations. He does not use physical force or any violence at all unless necessary to defend himself or others. He is a quick, strong hunter and avid fisherman, very experienced in the arts. Because of his hunting background, he can fight pretty well. He can navigate across distances and harsh terrain such as mountains, swamps, and rivers well, given his life with nomadic peoples. He is a decent craftsman/architect with experience in constructing shelters quickly and assisting with the building of ships. Grover is not technologically sound, like other fenrel, with little experience in engineering. He can occasionally be a little too nice and sort of tell people what they want to hear. Not knowing the common human tongue extremely well can put him at a disadvantage on the mainly human continent.
Background Story: Grover is a very unusual and rare fenrel, born to a Dreai father and Eyli mother. His father, kline, lead a hunting trip far to the east, deep within the forests of Eirenia many years ago when his group of Dreai wanted to stockpile food for upcoming religious ceremonies involving sacrifice to the gods. As the hunters spread out to cover more area and search for game, Kline ran upon a small Eyli woman gathering herbs. Both were frightened at first but engaged in conversation, which, frankly, ended in intercourse. Kline was forced to return to his camp in the west but promised to return in the time to come.
one year later, Kline returned by himself to the forest to find a child, one he would call his own. Arias, the Eyli woman, carried a small boy with bright, golden fur. Understanding their two separate cultures, a decision had to be made of the boy's future. Arias handed the boy, who she called Grover, to Kline and said "You must take him. Although I love him dearly, every boy needs a father to teach him strength, courage, and how to provide for his people. I know we cannot be together, and that is okay, for I know he will live a good life with the Dreai people." With that, Kline understood and was pleased to have a boy follow in his footsteps. The two said their goodbyes, and Kline returned to camp, bringing Grover to his true home.
Grover grew up a Dreai, having little memory of his mother or the place he came from. His father taught him to hunt, fish, and set up shelters at an early age. Grover was not the same as the other children, however. Because of his Eyli mother, he stood shorter than the others and boasted agility and quick movement, traits that actually aided his hunting. As his father grew older, Grover began to lead the hunting trips and take over primary control of the group's food source.
It was a gloomy day. Grover left on a hunting trip just days before, leaving the woman and elderly behind in the camp. It came out of nowhere, a crash in the sky, sending a large, glowing shard down to the center of Eirenia. Everyone saw it, including Grover. He and the other hunters returned to their camp as quickly as they could manage, only to find dismay when they returned.nearly half of the fenrel of the small camp, most elderly, had died under a plague caused by the giant shard, his father among the perished. Plants grew to enormous heights, and animals grew more bloodthirsty by the day. Grover was filled with grief, but he knew this was no time to fall weak. News was sent of three smaller objects landing near Paenr and Eyria. Grover and the other Dreai did not travel to investigate, instead waiting for word from the others. It was discovered that the objects were not objects at all, but gods themselves, Altheum, God of Earth and Mountains, Isra, Goddess of frost, and Myrail, Goddess of nature.
Creatures of Eirenia grew more vicious by the day. The fenrel knew they had to leave. Grover worked with all the Dreai to build large ships capable of passing through the sea. When the Krao and Eyli arrived with the gods, all set sail toward the storm line, the only place not corrupted by evil. With help from the gods, the fenrel passed the vast ocean and reached Iratar, continent of the humans.
Grover took one last look at the ocean as the ships approached land. His father was gone, as was everything he ever knew. It was time to begin his journey, a new life for all.
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Previous RP experience: 4
What is Meta: This is only an example, say I know everything about "Bob" out of character, I use that knowledge IC character to have an advantage.
What is Power Gaming: Power gaming is basically saying you can withstand hits up to 1000x times the normal person because you were born from a family raised by dragons and the dragons had bite you given you magic powers.
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Character name: Sergio Dreux
Gender: Male
Age:28
Appearance:
Sergio stands a perfect 5'5ft, his years of training done him well he is quite muscular. Sergio’s brown hair not long at, he keeps it out of his face . His skin is a very dark tan color telling he stay out most of the time. You can tell that he is man of confidence or at least makes you think standing tall.. His clothing are nothing special colors are mostly made of brown, his belt is lays on his waist keeping his pants up. His eyes a bluish color, looking into them can tell a story on their own.
Personality:
Sergio is a courageous man willing to learn even if it takes time, a patient man he is. He chooses his friends wisely but the ones he does choose he will protect with his life. He enjoys talking to others, that is why is number one fear is being alone. Is a protective fellow of anyone who he trusts or is close to (WARNING DO NOT MESS WITH HIS COMPANIONS). Sergio isn't a man of power with violence he rather talk things out first, but don’t think he isn't any less deadly than any other man. Don’t assume things about Sergio one of his major pet peeves. He isn't a stereotypical guy neither.
Background Story:
“Sergio, oh Sergio” as his mother and father once said. Now don’t think that means he was a trouble maker because he wasn't he just took the blame for everything. Now taking the focus off Sergio for a second, his father at this time was soldier in the militia, his mother a scientist. They lived in the city of Highwyn in the more wealthy area.
Sergio’s mother left one evening excited and quickly telling them only that she was going to research the Crystals that have fallen from the sky. She never came back, no one came back. Shortly after that is when everything got worse more than it already was people started catching this illness, making them madly insane! These diseased people were so insane they killed others! YES! Killed others! Sergio hearing all these stories about heroes when he was younger was hoping that one of them would save them!
His father became ill, his father’s only wish was to find out what happened to his mother. So they traveled to the crystals that had fallen from the sky. Neither his father nor he had any idea what they would look like; they had hardly any scientific knowledge. When they left the city was nothing it was no longer a city, it was a place where people who would pass would only scavenge for food. They took nothing of importance because they had plans of coming back… So they left, his father still gravely ill having to stop ever few hours to rest. He and his father knew what he would become a soulless, insane, and non-human living thing. So there time was limited, the world they saw around was not a world all it was destroyed and corrupted image of what once was.
One day as they were taking a break as his father was sleeping he met a group of travelers. They told Sergio of story of a place they heard of that was like a safe haven known as the Crystal Isles and a Queen who provided order. As they talked this man told him he could tag along with them. He denied he said he will meet him there but must first complete his father’s only wish, after that they parted ways. Returning to his father he told him of the stories the man had told about the Crystal Isles and the Queen. His father told his son how he is becoming much too weak to fight the corruption.
Sergio and his dad doubled their travel time (Sergio had to carry his dad most of the time on his back). As they finally saw it from a far distance Sergio got this vibe and told his dad we should forget about it. Quicker than Sergio could realize his father was already getting closer and closer to the Crystal as he did he looked into his father eyes one last time his father was not there. He was that soulless and insane non-human living thing. Sergio was speechless, tears running down his face he turned around and ran. He did not look back, he simple just ran. The only thing in his mind was the Crystal Isles he will find them, he wasn't sure how but he will find them.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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Character name: Xavier Gale
Gender: Male
Race (and optional subrace): Human Centraler.
Age: 36
Appearance: His skin has a tanned appearance, but still resembles that of a Centraler. He stands at a less than intimidating height of 5'3", yet he is still a built man, capable of the average athletic feat. His eyes and hair are both a medium brown, with his hair kept short and matted against his head. He wears dark, black clothing, which also functions as a light armor. He has the presence of a thief or mercenary with the entirety of his look.
Personality: Xavier Gale takes to every opportunity he sees. He’s incredibly self-inspired, if a bit self-absorbed, as well. He usually sees companions as business partners or people to earn a favor from. He’s a very literal man, as well, still taking to humor but desiring to quickly arrive to the point of a conversation. He has a very rushed demeanor as a result and will seem urgently willing to understand what he needs to do or where he needs to be. For his business, this urgency and attraction to getting the job done gave him a solid standing with the people he dealt with. He carries little actual trust for people, being aware of possible betrayals.
RP Story:
My journeys have taken me from humble beginnings, to the highest powers, and now...
here I am. Slowly, I drift toward the isles with the ghosts of the people I knew. I was a powerful man, coming from great heritage. Everything I had done was meticulously planned and executed, I believe no one before me had ever pulled off such a feat. I had everything in my palm, ready to play with for my own personal desires. To my frustration, all those years ago, the damn Corruption tore it all apart. There wasn't anything left to own after the city was torn apart.
I hailed from Ithica, the infamous den of thieves. I was no different than those that gave the city it's title, but yet, I didn't have to stoop to their level. Something had possessed me to take a turn in my journey. I followed the "voice" or beckoning hand, what have you, and let it show me the way to greatness. Slowly, I became known and great, but when the Final Embrace brought the Corruption to the land, there was nobody to know who I was. I escaped the city before it truly fell, to my luck. I imagine from the hushed words I've heard, there is little left.
I had assistance, company with those that had trusted me before and to the day they died. I doubt any of them are still alive. Some were true to their cutthroat heritage and abandoned or betrayed us. I do not blame them, as the ones who stuck around were killed slowly throughout the years. I think when it got down to say... four or five, we just decided it'd be best we all die with our own desires in mind. I decided that before I died, I'd get a taste of that glory again. I had heard of the Crystal Isles, yet I couldn't convince anyone to go there. This was my chance, I thought, and I took off.
I'm almost there, I can taste the island in the air, the sweet scent of land and freedom.
With care and planning, I will have my last desire.
The Meaning of Life, the Universe, and Everything.
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Character name Francisco Alejandro Gabriel De Santino III
Gender Male
Race (and optional subrace) Human - Centraller
Age 32
Appearance
Francisco has brown hair combed neatly upon his head with a finely trimmed beard. He has green eyes that sparkle like emeralds. He normally wears black boots with light-khaki pants. Under his blue and gold coat, he has a red shirt with a brown sash around it. All his clothes encompass his finely sculpted muscular body. He stands at 6'3.5 ft. tall.
Personality
Francisco is a very generous man. He is always willing to give to the poor, weak, and disabled. He shows a high aptitude for empathy and is very compassionate. He tries to be courteous to the best of his ability. Francisco tends to use his charm and powers of persuasion (such as lying, which he does frequently), however, he is a very hard-worker when he needs to be.
RP Story
"Sir, wha' ye do back in ye ol' life?" said the captain, who was roughly in his 40s and stood at a height slightly taller than my own.
"My old life, good sir. Whatever do you mean?" I said, letting out a slight chuckle at the end. "Listen, cap'n, my life has only just begun. This...this event has broadened my opportunities for success; of course it will be a challenge but life should be a challenge."
"Tha's not wha' I mean, sir," he said, letting out a brief and almost unrecongnizable sigh, "I mean wha' did you do before the embrace?"
I straightened out my posture and pondered for a moment, "I've never heard this epic cataclysm called that before, captain. It's got a nice ring to it, if I do say so myself. Anyway, if you really must know. I was a slaver and brothel owner back in Highwynn. As you may be able to deduce, I used the slaves I captured to satisfy the very wealthy patrons of my brothel." I took a pause and smiled at the satisfaction the memory of my old life had brought me before finishing with, "This embrace has taken that from me and I think it's about time I make more money. Get more power. And do better for myself than ever before, I suggest you do the same, my good friend." It was a long time before the captain spoke again but when he did, he asked a question normally deemed inappropriate, he asked, "Say, how much money did ye make back there'n Highwynn, boy?"
I responded quickly, a hint of anger in my voice, "I suggest you don't call me 'boy', good sir, I may be younger than you but I assure you, I'd kill you in a second. As for the amount of money I made back in Highwynn, well, see for yourself." I pushed back the coat on my left side and gestured to a sheathed sword. It was a rapier made of the finest steel, with a swept-hilt made of the finest silver and gold woven in an intricate design. "See, captain, this is how much money I've made." I said, after giving a long break to let the captain examine my sword.
"Sir, why the isles?" the captain asked in a way that made it seem as if we were approaching the Isles and that this would be his final question.
"To make money, good sir, to make money. After all, isn't that all we want and really need?" I exclaimed, fixing my coat moving to the bow of the ship to gaze off into the distance at the seemingly approaching land masses. As I stood there with my eyes peeled, I thought to myself "This will be a good venture, a good venture indeed."
Kobin’s skin is dark brown and his hair and fur are golden blond, an unusual color for a Krao. He has his hair tied into a series of dreadlocks that run down his back. His horns are dark and protrude farther forward than most Fenrel’s. His body is toned, muscular and roughly 6 feet 6 inches tall. He has a tall brow and deep set eyes. His nose is wide and his jaw strong. He wears a heavy steel chestplate with ornate carvings. Shoulderpads extend down his biceps. Kobin wears a sash around his waist with various bells dangling from it. He fights with the traditional spear of the Krao, the Ralaka, but he also carries two war-axes on his back.
Personality
Kobin is extremely proud of both his heritage and his own physical abilities. He places great value in the traditions and beliefs of his people and does not allow the thoughts of others to change who he is. He is fiercely protective of his friends and allies, although becoming one of those two is quite the difficult process. He believes that friendships are formed through shared hardship and nothing else. He is aggressive, but reserved in his speech until he feels the time is right to speak. He thinks that people who speak often and loudly are fools and weaklings who rely on trickery and deceit to advance themselves. He has an aversion to anything that has to do with radiation.
RP Story
I strode down the corridor, granite pillars rose beside me and deep alcoves lay between them. The sound of my hooves echoed through the halls of Patriarch’s fortress. I wore the armor of my fathers, every piece of flesh above my torso was covered in battle tested steel. I mentally traced each scar and dent in the metal and thought about my future victories. Today was my Trenaling, the day I became a war commander for my tribe, a position I had longed for ever sense I was a child. I do not use hyperbole when I say I was the strongest among my peers. I had bested them all, one by one in the caves beneath the mountains. I struggled to contain a grin as I recalled those days of hunting in the darkness of the training labyrinths.
The doors of the Patriarch’s cavern loomed before me, two fully armed guards stood to either side. I ceased my reminiscing and prepared myself for the trial. The guards opened as I approached and I entered the chamber. The room was rectangular, with seats lining its sides and a grand throne sitting at the far edge. It was sparsely decorated. Several hundred Krao lined the edges, with the Patriarch standing across from the doors waiting. He had a spear clutched in his fist, and two others standing beside him. All were silent, then the Patriarch threw the first, second, and third spears in rapid succession.
With flawless grace refined by hundreds of hours of practice I let the spears slide into my palms before throwing them back one by one in a continuous motion. The Patriarch nodded in approval and walked towards me. We were of equal height, he stopped and we locked eyes. He put his hands on my shoulders and I did the same. We commenced my appointment by rearing back our skulls and smashing our foreheads together. After the solid thud the crowd burst into cheers. We feasted long and hard that night.
The next day I addressed the warriors under my command. Some were of my generation, some were older.
“Today we begin forging our legacies in the blood of those who oppose us. Your children will remember you by what you do on the battlefield. Your fathers will recognize you by your scars and your battlecry. The Krao do not bend, the Krao do not break. So has it always been, and so will it always be. Serve me as you serve your people, Warriors of Krao.”
They clanged their weapons and armor with a shout, and we ran into the world to forge our fates.
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Character name: Alice Silverthorn
Gender: Female
Race (and optional subrace): Human
Age: 29
Appearance: Alice has a shock of fiery red hair which she typically keeps tied back in two pony tails down her back. She stands at about 6’2” and has a strong but slim and agile build. Alice has bright red eyes, but her eyelids tend to be a little droopy, making her look rather tired and sleepy much of the time, because she is. Alice has somewhat pale skin, but not at an unhealthy or unnatural level. She has three jagged scars down her left forearm, but the third one is very short and does not go very far past her elbow. The the skin on the pads of her hands and fingers is pretty tough from hard work and frequent use of her crossbow which she keeps strapped to her back at pretty much all times. Alice wears an old and well worn but sturdy leather coat with an offset row of buttons up the front that goes right up to the high collar which covers the lower half of her face unless she keeps the top few buttons undone. The coat also has two grey pads in the shoulders as well. She also has a pair of grey pants which she typically keeps tucked into her black boots.
Personality: Alice often seems to be in a near constant state of the 'Three AM Daze.' She tends to be friendly enough, but she has been known to fall asleep while someone is talking to her. She does have a bit of a problem with narcolepsy, but this is more the side effect of her being rather sleep deprived because her Circadian rhythm is pretty much backwards. In other words, her sleep patterns would generally make her nocturnal. Unfortunately for her, the daytime is the general waking time for most people so she generally has to be awake during the day too for jobs and social needs. Alice has a wide skill set that she has learned from the gang she used to run with in Ithica before the Final Embrace and from surviving afterwards, including lock picking, fighting, climbing, burglary, and so forth. But if there is one thing that Alice is truly exceptional at, it is her skills with the crossbow. Many people who have witnessed it have joked that she isn't a marks woman, but a miracle worker. While it is not true that she performs miracles, she is definitely very skilled with the crossbow, and her real vexation nowadays with the device is that there is simply a range where, no matter how skilled you are, you cannot keep the bolt flying perfectly true. At night time it is usually easier for her to be more aware and awake, and she can be rather playful and mischievous. She has a sharp eye and a sharp mind, even when she is tired, although her sleeplessness does certainly dull it down a significant amount.
Background Story: You wanna hear my story huh? Well it is an interesting one anyways, so why not. Well, I was born in Ithica, y'know, the big port city? Anyways, I guess I was abandoned or my parents were killed. I'm not really sure, I was too young to remember, but either way, I had grown up an orphan on the streets of the city, a gutter rat really. I would steal what I needed and do whatever I could to survive. When I was around 6 years old, by Bradwell's estimate either, a street gang that called themselves the Silverthorns took me in. They were a rough bunch who could chew you up and spit you out, but the members of the gang were like a large extended family. Bradwell was the leader of the bunch by general consensus of the gang. I was kind of the baby of the gang and I was largely protected by them, but I was pretty capable of holding my own, otherwise they probably wouldn't have given me a second glance. In a way, Bradwell became like a father too me, and he taught me all kinds of things, like how to break into a house, how to pick locks, how to fight, and many, many other skills. He wasn't the one who taught me how to fire a crossbow though. That was T. He never really said what his real name was, he just called himself T, and most everyone had the sense to not push him on it.
Anyways, I was watching him practice with his own crossbow in what I guess was once an old storage building when he offered to teach me. Heh, the recoil from the first bolt I fired knocked me on my rear, much to the amusement of T and a couple other members of the group. But I kept practicing and by the time I was, at best guess, 11 years old, I was actually beginning to become rather famous beyond our gang for my marksmanship. Soon enough, people would sometimes come to me to be a contract killer. At first those people would get beat up and even killed by my fellow Silverthorn members, but eventually Bradwell decided to go for it, although the contractors always had to clear the assignments with him first. He always made sure that the contracts were never against someone too high profile or otherwise would put me or the gang in danger if I took the job. I only ever took two hit jobs before the Final embrace struck and the world went to hell, yadda yadda yadda.
Anyways, after people started getting sick, Bradwell decided we would clear out of the city for a while until everything blew over, but before we got out, we ended up being attacked by a bunch of corrupted. We didn't know what they were at first and they managed to do some significant damage among the members of the group because we didn't expect those monsters to not feel any pain or fear. We didn't know that the sick were the ones becoming those monsters, and with several members of the gang sick already, we did not expect them to attack us just two days after we escaped from Ithica. Me, Bradwell, T, and three to five other members of the gang hadn't gotten sick for some reason. We weren't really sure why, but one night several of the sick finally turned and attacked us. Only me, Bradwell and T survived that, barely, but T had been bitten by one of them and the bite wound had soon gotten a nasty infection. He died a few days later. We soon learned of the general idea of what was going on and that this was not just an isolated incident.
Eventually, Bradwell and I had picked up a few survivors and we had built up our 'territory' in our neck of the middle of nowhere. There was a small town that was largely abandoned or filled with corrupted when we found it, but we cleared it out for the most part and it was sort of our base of operations. We generally tried to keep a low profile and kill any corrupted we saw if it was feasible, but there were plenty of disputes with other groups of survivors. We heard all kinds of rumors from the groups who cam in peace, such as about the Isles, how the plague started, even some about goat people. The person who was talking about goat people was probably crazy though. I mean, who do you honestly expect would believe a tale that tall? One day a large group stormed in, and attacked. I was on look out so I saw them coming and warned the others. Everyone got ready quickly, but I don't think any of us expected the rival group to attack without any negotiations. But that is just what they did. When one of our group stepped out to meet them, they just shot him dead with an arrow. We tried to hold our ground at first, but that certainly didn't work. We ran and split up, but two men on horse back had spotted and and were giving chase. I tried to lose them but they were slowly gaining, even with the rough, wooded terrain. As I was running, I noticed an area where the foliage seemed particularly thick to try to trip up their horses, but as I ran in, I just felt a wave of blinding pain. At first at thought maybe one of my pursuers had shot me with their bow, but it quickly became obvious to me that it wasn't an arrow wound, but my entire body was in incredible pain. I almost fell, almost went to give up and curl up in the fetal position, but I kept running. I didn't know where I was going really, I was blinded by pain and tears, but I kept on running till I came out the other side.
After I had escaped whatever the hell that area was, after which I did end up collapsing. I felt tired and weak. I just wanted to curl up and die, but I dragged myself into a clot of bushes to hide and recover, where, in all honesty, I ended up blacking out. I guess I must have lost my pursuers at some point, cause I didn't wake to find myself dead, or worse. Perhaps they were also affected by whatever caused that pain and turned back. I dunno, and I dun' really care either. At first, after I woke up and went to keep moving and put distance between me and that place, I avoided people altogether, but eventually I decided to try to communicate. The first person I met got incredibly freaked when he saw me. He started blabbering, he wasn't even able to form a proper coherent sentence, which certainly did make me laugh. What I did make out was that he was apparently begging for his life and that he saw my red eyes. I admit, having my crossbow pointed at his heart at the time probably didn't help matters any, but it is better to be safe than sorry. Eventually I let him scramble away, leaving the belonging he didn't still have on him behind. I hadn't exactly had a chance to see what my eyes looked like before that, nor had I thought to do so, 'cause that wouldn't exactly be the first thing you'd look for in those situations. But after that encounter, out of curiosity when I next found some sufficiently still water, I looked at my reflection and what do you know? I suddenly found myself with these bright red eyes. I had heard the rumors of The Crystal Isles from travelers when I was still living back in the small town, so I decided that since I had nowhere else to go, I may as well try to find the place. So yeah, that pretty sums up my story. Now if you don't mind, I would like to take a nap before we come ashore.
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Character name: Thraeld
Gender: Male
Race (and optional subrace): Fenrel (Eyli)
Age: 35
Appearance: Thraeld stands out among the Fenrel. Not only does he have grey fur instead of the brown of his Eyli kin, he has fur on the rest of his torso as well. His eyes are strange as well, instead of having white around his pupils he has orange. He doesn't wear much clothing, just a loincloth and cowl. He's wiry and small. (I'm going to say he's average height for an Eyli, but I don't have more player models so I can't change his height)
Personality: Thraeld is something of an anthropologist. He's also a decent healer. He's very interested in humans and the fact that they seem to be in a constant state of conflict where as the Fenrel had lived in peace long before the Final Embrace, so he reacts differently to humans than he would to Fenrel. He hates oppression and is very generous, and helps people whenever he can. He's decent with a mace. He's also an extremely devout worshiper of Altheum, Isra and Myrail.
Background Story:
Thraeld is a scholar who lived like most Fenrel before the Final Embrace, farming and worshiping the gods and not much else. When the plague struck he joined many other Fenrel in searching for a cure to no avail. He was in Paenr when Isra and Altheum fell to the earth there, as many Fenrel had gone to Paenr for refuge. He was already a devout worshiper of the three gods before this, but witnessing his gods fall to earth only strengthened his devotion. After they passed the storm line and the Fenrel met the humans, Thraeld became extremely interested in the humans constant state of conflict. He would go from settlement to settlement and observe each settlement's state of internal conflict, and help them whenever he could, despite the fact that most humans were wary of him. In a few towns he had to flee from those who thought him a monster. During his travels he tried to learn as much about the humans history as he could, although there were few left who knew very much or cared to tell him what they knew. Occasionally he met other wandering Fenrel, though he learned little of what had happened to the other Fenrel from them as most Fenrel scattered and went separate ways when the ships landed.
Instead of uniting humanity, the Plague seemed to divide it as most humans fought over resources instead of uniting and sharing. The longer he wandered the worse things seemed to get. Settlements were falling to the Corrupted, and the survivors just fought all the more fiercely over the remaining resources. It was harder and harder to get by as the remaining settlements became more savage. There were few remaining examples of civilization, and these fortified bastions turned away most comers. Still, Thraeld kept traveling, for what else could he do?
Then he started heard of the Crystal Isles, where it seemed that this internal conflict was even more intense. Yet despite being very unstable, New Ithica had never come near falling to the corrupted, even though it was much more unstable than the settlements he had traveled to, which always fell in the end. As well as the fact that the newest dictator in a series of tyrants was a god. What made the Isles different? Surely they should have fallen by now? He decided to travel there, going to one of the few remaining ports and getting on a ship headed for the Isles.
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Character name: (Father) Yarrik
Gender: Male
Race (and optional subrace): Human, Centraler
Age: 66
Appearance: An old man with a grey and white halo of hair on his head, bent with the weight of years. His right cheek and neck has been branded thrice, leaving ugly welts. He wears an old and dirty robe with a faded golden symbol on the back. He speaks with odd cadence and an unusual accent, and his limbs, although old and slim, stand firm as tempered wire. (The odd accent is becouse IRL, i am slightly dyslexic, so for instance this sentence in the brakets is without spell corrector)
Personality: Kindly and willing to forgive any transgression against himself, Yarrik is slightly batty in his age, and will often mutter prayers to himself when he thinks no one can hear. Yarrik can and will jump to unpleasant conclusions about people quickly, although always feels a deep sense of shame when they prove unfounded. His will for peace is strong, and he will attempt to mediate any argument he comes across, but he has still a set of ceremonial armour that he keeps oiled, just in case.
RP Story: Long ago, Yarrik yearned for adventure. He got his chance, even before the cataclysm. Unfortunately, his adventure led to his being forced to watch as his wife and daughter were murdered and ritualistically eaten. It broke him, utterly and totally. He unlocked something in himself that has terrified him since, and he slaughtered everything in his path to the cult leader. Bathed in blood and viscera, Yarrik's vengence left him with nothing. No dream of adventure, and no family to return to. He took the stone sword used on his wife and ran himself through.
When he awoke, he knew he was dead. The golden light and lack of pain certainly encouraged this view, but the light faded, leaving him with an elderly man, untouched by the blood liberally washing everything else. The man spoke, slowly and quietly, and Yarrik knew he was to listen. To do anything else would be unthinkable. The man spoke of something called the 'Zenith', and how it had lead him here, tonight. The man said Yarrik had a choice, and then laid him to sleep with a whispered word.
When Yarrik next opened his eyes, the clearing was clean, and empty, except for two knee high stones. On one, was the sword, and on the other was a neatly folded robe. Taking the robe, Yarrik threw the sword against it's pedestal, shattering the blade in two, before clamping down and swearing never to let the anger out again. He buried his family in an elm grove, and set out on foot, not allowing himself to look back.
Alas, if only his story ended there.
When the cataclysm struck, Yarrik was branded a heretic by the semi-civilised land he had taken himself to. They saw the 'Zenith' he preached of as the destruction of the moons, and burned twisted words into his flesh, which have thankfully become illegible over time. Now, Yarrik seeks only peace, in the only peaceful place left. He keeps quiet about the Zenith, but if someone were to earn his trust, he would brave lash and brand again for the chance to pass on word of the Zenith.
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Character Name: Ragnar Bjorn Aurelius
Gender: Male
Race (and optional subrace): Human - Centraler
Age: 34
Appearance:
Ragnar is a very large man and may possibly be the largest human there ever was. He stands at just over 7 feet tall. He has a shaved head but keeps a well groomed auburn beard and mustache. He is light skinned and has blue eyes. He is very bulky and muscular. He has a cut on his cheek and arm. He wears dark gray pants, a thick leather belt, and a dark brown shirt with a token on the left side of the chest. He also wears leather bracers and heavy black boots.
(125% height on MorePlayerModels - allowed by Skib)
Personality:
Ragnar's primary motivations are revenge and liberation. Ragnar is an honest yet distant man. He prefers to keep to himself and his time with others is very minimal if it doesn't involve slaying bandits or corrupted. However, when he does spend time with people - as little as that may be - Ragnar is respectful and polite. Ragnar isn't religious at all, he actually dislikes all forms of gods and goddesses because they took away the loves of his life.
RP Story:
"''ere's a tankard of ale."
"I didn't ask for any..."
"Aye, the gentleman with the scarlet hood back there paid for it. It's the best ale we've got!"
I turned my head to the corner and saw the hooded man. I couldn't see his face but he didn't look threatening... just like he was trying to remain hidden. I gave him a nod and he waved.
"It's a shame I don't drink", I said to the man at the counter.
"Must have a good reason not to."
I nodded and laid my head back down.
"Ya know, that hooded man spent some good coin on that ale. Probably wants to talk to ya."
"I was afraid of that."
I sighed, grabbed the tankard of ale, and walked over to the hooded man's table.
"Thanks for the drink but I haven't had any in a very long time... 15 years, actually 7 years to be exact."
The hooded figure looked up and removed the hood covering their face. Nearly a minute later, after I realized it was a woman, I managed to speak. "Well then."
She laughed. "You're the first to react that way, big fella." She drank my ale, which she had taken while I stared.
"What happened 15 and 7 years ago?"
"Lost my sisters to the plague and lost my wife to bandits. Both times I was drunk."
"Well then." She stared at me for nearly a minute. "Oh, I've a job for you big fella."
"What is it?"
"Just like that? No questions? No request for payment?"
"You remind me of -- nevermind, I just figured I'd help you while I'm in town."
She lowered her head pulling her scarlet hood halfway over it and whispered, "Long story short, a few men have been hunting me down for weeks. My father had debts and my mother was a thief. They're both dead and their debts are mine to pay it seems. I need someone to protect me for a while."
"Wow. I expected to hear you needed help moving heavy things or building something but... wow. I'm not a sell sword you know?"
"No, but that token you have on your collar and the hilt of your sword... you were a knight in Highwyn, weren't you?"
She was extremely observant. "I would have been had the plague hit just a few weeks after it did. With the city falling to those corrupted beasts, there was no time for the ceremony."
"So you were knighted... just not traditionally, eh? A knight delivers justice and protects those in need, no?"
I sighed and nodded. "Do you have a place to stay or know where you're headed? And do you know exactly who is after you?"
She was quiet for a few seconds. "I'll take my chances in the wild. I've a map and a small boat in the harbor. Just need someone to distract the men following me while I prepare it. I've some food and arrows in a small cave in the mountains outside of town. Follow me there and we'll definitely draw out a few men and you know... take care of them."
I reminded her, "A knight faces his enemies face to face... not behind the shadows cast by the mountains under the moonlight." The look of hope on her face was immediately replaced with one of disappointment. I sighed, "But if there's no other way, I guess I've no choice."
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We went up the mountains and just as she predicted, three men were following us. We hid within the shadows and as the men approached, I grabbed my sword. We continued to her cave where we rested for a few hours while we ate.
From the cave we could hear the sound of swords and shouts getting closer. We hurried out and saw a group of seven men approaching - some with swords, others with bows.
I took my sword with both hands and rushed towards those with swords. Crushing them was easy but the raining arrows were annoying. I rushed back to the scarlet lady and stood in front of her.
"What in the world are you doing, big fella?"
"I'm your cover. Shoot them down as fast as you can."
A few arrows passed by my ears.
"I got one!"
I grabbed the scarlet lady and ran towards the harbor. "You'll get to your boat and prepare it while I hunt down the two remaining archers. You'll be in a new place by tomorrow."
Once there, the scarlet lady ran to a small boat and began prepping it. More men showed up - with swords and spears. I easily took down those with swords.
I chased the spearmen to a dock, where I easily got rid of most of them. The last one had a spear and sword. He'd swing at me, I'd move back, I'd swing at him, and he'd advance. I managed to rid him of his sword with a swing. The arrows had stopped raining - it was about time they ran out of them... so they rushed to the dock with daggers.
Distracted by the bowmen, the spearmen managed to cut my cheek. I rushed at him, taking another cut to the shoulder but shoving my sword in his throat. The bowmen rushed at me and I would've stood my ground if I had any real armor on. I was forced onto the docked ship and I killed most of them and threw them into the water.
"They'll find you after they find her ya know! You're both de-", I crushed his face before he could say another word and thew him into the water too.
Being tired and slightly wounded I decided to lie down on the docked ship and rest for a while.
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"Didn't wanna wake ya, big guy. Figured you'd want to stay on the ship after seeing your wounds and your ruined chainmail. We're here now so time to go, big guy."
"Where am I?"
He tried to raise my head, "These are the Crystal Isles."
"The sands of time wait for none. Not for man, woman or child.
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Race:Human Sub race:Shoran
Age:23
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From a distance Jerome looks like any other man, medium sized(5'7ish), dark, and thin. Yet, he is looked at closely it is obvious that he has gone through many trials and tribulations. The large scar that stretches around his side that he tries to hide at all cost. Though against his relatively small size its obvious he can hold his own in a fight. Jerome suffers a lack of vision in his deep blue eyes. His long, brown, untamed hair shows just how little care he has taken care of himself. Due to his history he wheres an old cloak at all times to cover his often tattered cloths and dirty boots.
Personality: (Including strength and flaws of your character)
Jerome is a man who will stay quiet and reserved around those that he doesn't know or associate with, but when he sees what cannot be justified with any means he no longer takes a quiet stance and will speak his mind freely. As he grows comfortable around people he does open up and allow his personality to show through and become much more sociable. The most valuable skill he holds to himself is his strong mind. Unfortunately however, he is unable to participate in physical exertion for extremely extended periods of time to to a childhood injury that left him with a major scar across his back.
His strengths are simple. He is extremely smart and has a constant want to learn. This has come to a point where he has learned to adapt to most situations. Because of his logical thinking he has also been able to make decisions using logic rather than emotion in high stress situations and is able to keep calm in these same situations.
His flaws are much the same. Because he is so logical, he is often at ends with religious people. Due to his need for knowledge he often places himself in horrible situations in order to obtain more knowledge. Physically the large scar on his back prevent him from physically exerting himself for extended periods of time which can often make him a liability in long treks or journeys.
Background Story: (As much as we enjoy creative writing, we want every character to relate to the plot in one way or another)
As a person, Jerome has never been particularly religious. This is undoubtedly due to the fact that his parent were both bent on the logical side of life. His father a scientist and his mother a librarian, Jerome was never far from a large amount of knowledge and took advantage of it as much as he could. One day on his way home from his mothers library however when it all began. As a deafening noise filled the air Jerome looked up to see millions of bright lights shooting through the sky at an astounding speed. He marveled at this for only a few seconds before an enormous shaking began as the meteors destroyed the very landscape around him. As this continued he scrambled for cover only to be hit in the head by falling rocks from the mountain path beside him, knocking him out.
When he awoke he was horrified at the destruction around him. After only a few moments he began to worry about his parents. As he was closer to his mothers' library he ran as fast as he could back to her. As he approached the library he could see a massive fire where the library should have been and began to panic. As he came closer to the rubble he could truly see the extent of the damage. The area where the library was at first was nothing more that a smoldering pothole. Upon seeing this he fell to his knees and burst into tears unable to fathom the situation that had just unfolded before him. After he was able to finally regain his composure he stood up and headed for the only destination that he could think of, his fathers lab. After several hours of pained walking he finally reach his destination.
Though in ruins it was nowhere near as bad as his previous destination and as he approached he spotted something on the horizon. As he peered closer he was able to make out what appeared to be the silhouette of his father and many others from the nearby village that now lay in ruins. Elated at the sight of this, Jerome ran and began to yell to gain the peoples attention. As he got closer a man began to run towards him, arms outstretched. It took only seconds for Jerome to recognize his father, even in both of their battered states. As they embraced Jeromes' father explained what had happened and that everybody who had survived was heading north towards the larger kingdoms to seek refuge. After one last night in the village the group set out.
What had originally been a village of around 200 people had been down decimated down to he group of around 60 people. After the first few week the corruption had taken hold of around 20 people in the group. Unable to make a decision for the rest of the group the corrupted made a decision of their own, they would leave in the middle of the night that way whatever they did hopefully wouldn't affect the rest of the group. Though teary eyed at the sight of this the next day, the group continued on and honored the heroic decision made by the corrupted.
As the first year ended the group approached the first stop, Though it was a kingdom that appeared to be in ruins the group approached it anyways due to the fact that one of the younger boys began to suffer from a strange illness. Normally one child falling ill wouldn't have stopped the group for long, except that when this child fell ill so did about half of the group. Making a dangerous decision, the group decided to load up everybody and rush to the kingdom to seek medical assistance. As the group approached the walls however, they could instantly tell that something was awry. As they approached the front gate they were able to tell why they felt the eerie feeling from before.
The people of the ruined kingdom, at least those affected by the strange crystals from the meteors, had become ravenous for human flesh. Many of which had begun to foam at the mouth or turn a awful shade of blue or green.Unfortunately much of the group was unable to escape the first wave of those affected due to carrying the sick people. By the time the group had been able to escape the first obstetrical of the diseased, they had come to the next, other survivors. While those affected by the disease had become monsters, those who had survived had become horrifying people who would kill to survive and do whatever it takes to continue on with their own lives.
The remaining 20 people in the group had traveled to multiple kingdoms over the next 6 years and found much of the same thing. During this time Jerome had begun to grow and age, as had his thirst for knowledge. This continued on for 7 more year as the group traveled on. Though as they continued in their travels, rumors of a king began to surface and the group felt that that was their next option. As the group made progress towards the fabled "haven" disaster struck once again.
As the group approached a small town they were attacked by a group of bandits. Each person of the group was knocked out and tied up. This was realized when, to his horror, Jerome woke up to the situation. They leader of the bandits said only a few things to the group. "Give us everything you have" and "now kill them all". Unfortunately at these words , the bandits began. One by one they bandits slaughtered the survivors. As they approached Jerome, who was by his aged father who at this point from the stress had become white haired and wrinkled, Jerome hatched a plan. As he leaned towards his father to tell him the plan, the leader of the bandits singled him out. The leader then walked over to Jerome, grabbed him by his long hair and threw him away from the group. "I think that ill kill you myself" He said to Jerome as he drew his sword and began to slash downward. As the sword came down on Jerome so many things happened at once.
The deafening roar of the Corrupted bursted through the air, the sword had come down onto Jerome, yet not before Jeromes' father had jumped and slammed into to Leader, causing him to miss his target and only getting Jeromes side leaving a large, deep gash into his skin. The leader, assuming that Jerome had been slain, turned towards his father and in one swift motion, beheaded him.
Almost momentarily the corrupted arrived and had begun to attack the remaining survivors and chasing the bandits. The bandits scattering kept the corrupteds attention and miraculously Jerome survived the attack. While he was losing a lot of blood, Jerome wasn't willing to move until he knew that the corrupted had left.
After he had determined they had left, Jerome began to work quickly dressing his wound. He tried to move, but was unable to and blacked out. When he had waken up Jerome only knew one thing, that he was moving in a wagon with a stranger driving, but he was unable to move and blacked out once again. When he woke up again Jerome heard the sound of rushing water and the grunts of two horses. It was at this point that he was finally able to try and sit up.
As he began to brace himself he heard the feminine voice of the driver say to him, "Try not to move, you'll aggravate your wound and I don't have anymore bandages to redress it again." Astounded Jerome could only mutter question to her in fragments such as "Who a-a-are yo..." and "W-w-w-here.....", but the female voice must have been able to understand enough of the question to answer them. "My name is Elizabeth and I'm taking you as close as i can to the kings haven without entering it myself." As confused as he was he didn't question her choice and only thanked her. As the 15th year came around Jerome was finally able to take care of himself and Elizabeth had warned him that they're paths would soon divert as they approached the Kingsland. As they approached the outer lands of the what was now the kingdom, Elizabeth told Jerome that she was sorry that she couldn't continue on with him and handed him a book. As he thanked her and they were about to part ways Elizabeth said one more thing him. "Maybe we'll see each other again one day, but before I'm able to enter into the kingdom I have one more thing that I have to do." As she said this she removed her dirty cloak and handed it to him. "You still have a long way to go before you reach the haven and the weather doesn't look like it'll be on your side, so take this." As he accepted the cloak he could only say thank you to the stranger that had saved his life and as he turned away and begin walking towards the haven, turned and yelled thank you once more and as became teary-eyed determined in his mind that the only way to honor what the stranger did for him, would be to survive. It was here that he had another reason for survival. As he began what he hopes to be his final trek for survival many question came to his mind:What do I have to offer to these people, what do they have that they can offer me, and finally what do they have that i can learn and what will i teach them.
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Character name:Ivory Everheart
Gender:Female
Race (and optional subrace):Human Centralers
Age:26
Appearance: Ivory has a calming aura to her when she is not hunting. her brunette hair and pretty face is deceptive to how potent she is with a bow. Usually dressed in her hunting gear most of the time.
Personality:Sutle, shifty, wont start conversation unless she wants something but will still talk if spoken to. perceptive, likes her bow. Never see her use a sword unless its to finish prey or unless she forced to. Determined, thief, not scared easy, very attached to loved ones. Not acute with swords. Good at range. Bad at melee. Even though a peasant decent talking skills and manners from those early years at the noble house
Background Story:Ivory was born of a noble women and a great hunter(still lowly peasant). Her parents shared a secret affair, knowing having relations would be forbidden in her family, she had to hide it. When she found out she was pregnant she had to bribe another close noble to act as her lover. It worked to; for 5 year after she was born. Her dad took her once a week to spend time with him, but there was a problem, with the wife at least. Anyone could tell the baby was not a noble one, no. She was clearly a walking resemblance of her dad, but of course the wife blamed those assumptions on of her being underage.
When she was 5 years old her dad took her as he normally did every week, but this time was different. Once they got to his shack at the side of the slums, she noticed one more bow than normal. She was used to bows bigger than here coming and going, breaking and buying but that's what made this one different; it was small... small enough for her. Without a word her father grabbed the small bow and a quiver of 20 some arrows and told her to follow him. They went into the forest to a range, about 15 feet long, with a target at the end. After he taught her how to shoot her went down to the other end and picked up the target. "Shoot the target" he said. She wondered why, the target was so small and her dad was so big. But she did as asked she got an arrow from the quiver and shot. it flew right into the dads leg, but since she was so young she didn't have enough strength to shoot the arrow into the leg and it fell to the ground. She screamed "DAD!". He calmly said "Try again". Shaking she pulled another arrow and shot again; higher this time. It skid her dad across the arm and blood drew from a small cut on his arm. She dropped the bow and Screamed "DAD I'm sorry!". Calmly he said "Try again". This time though, she was scared to death. She picked up her bow slowly and aimed, this time she felt something weird, she looked at her dad, he was smiley, was he seeing something she was not? Suddenly the arrow shot loose hitting right the bull-eye. Her father laughed and said she was a natural. "Try again but this time don't get alarmed by the feeling". How did he know? Has he felt it before? But she did as asked. She pulled out another arrow and aimed, she felt it again, but this time it didn't feel weird, it felt normal like it was supposed to be here. When she shot it hit right at the bull-eye. They continued to do this the rest of the day, her father slowly back up each time.
This happened for about a year and a half until her mother noticed something weird. Her daughter was abnormally strong for a 7 year old girl. She immediately thought of her father. Outraged she sent a spy of the family to she what was happening with her dad. When the spy reported back, she almost sent an assassin to kill him. but she decided to do the honorable thing and tell him to get out of town and never see her daughter again. He did one of those things, he got his daughter in the middle of the night and ran back to his shack. He told her to get her bow and all the arrows that could fit in a quiver. She did so while her father got supplies: His bow, food, bedroll, and something old it looked like a gold statue. She asked what that was but he didn't respond. Once they got outside he ripped a stick from the shack and caught it a fire with some flint and steel. The end of the stick caught on fire and he threw it into the old would shack. It slowly burned as they escaped the city to find the next.
It was 3 years later, Ivory is a fully functional huntress now, at 11, She got a bow to replace her smaller one her dad gave her at 5, but she never got rid of that small bow.She never asked about that night until now. Once she got back from a hunt carry a baby deer, she went to find her dad and he told her this story, but she had one more question. what was that gold statue. He got up and went to his bed, reached into the hay and pulled out the statue. she stared in awe. "Its a statue of some god it think, while i was hunter i saw a stranger, said it was a gift, said it'd help me with hunting, magical or something said it'd help me and my children. A few months later the final embrace happened and claimed her father. His final words he told me the story of my birth and youth, told me he loved me, i thought that was it, but then "Ivory that statue... its not magic, I stole it from your moms house the night we left, just for the money. I told you that story to make you feel like it was making you better at hunting and training, but the statue does have a bit of me in it and a bit of you. Remember that when you come back from your hunts." and then he was gone. She struck by though, doing what she loved and everyday becoming a better hunter. She did this for 15 years until she was 26. A legion of guards, royal they said, had came to return her to her mother who had finally found her. Told her to pack and they'd be back in an hour to escort her home. But this was her home. Knowing they would not let her go freely if she asked, she packed: food, bedroll, the small bow her dad gave her and a quiver full of arrows. She ripped a stick from her shack and rubbed them together to get some fire and threw it in the shack, she ran to the city as her home burnt.
Not thinking about it to much she went into the city, She found a shop to sell her golden stature that used to be her fathers, knowing she wouldn't need it anymore. It was enough money to get a ship ride to a new land, The Crystal Isles the captain said, and buy a new bow, but she'd have to start again for the third time, in the slums again. But why not live in the forest she thought Some Fernel did it, why couldn't she...
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Character name: Grover
Gender: Male
Race (and optional subrace): Fenrel (Dreai/Eyli)
Age: 31
Appearance: Golden fur covering his legs and face, a short golden beard. Small black horns. Black eyes. White/tan skin. Black hooves. Green armbands on each arm made of grass. He stands shorter than the other Dreai fenrel because of his mixed background at around average human height. http://i.imgur.com/3pfZSAJ.png
Personality: Grover, growing up in Dreai culture, is laid back and very in tune with outdoors, wildlife, and nature. He is friendly and very sociable, mostly trying to avoid altercations. He does not use physical force or any violence at all unless necessary to defend himself or others. He is a quick, strong hunter and avid fisherman, very experienced in the arts. Because of his hunting background, he can fight pretty well. He can navigate across distances and harsh terrain such as mountains, swamps, and rivers well, given his life with nomadic peoples. He is a decent craftsman/architect with experience in constructing shelters quickly and assisting with the building of ships. Grover is not technologically sound, like other fenrel, with little experience in engineering. He can occasionally be a little too nice and sort of tell people what they want to hear. Not knowing the common human tongue extremely well can put him at a disadvantage on the mainly human continent.
Background Story: Grover is a very unusual and rare fenrel, born to a Dreai father and Eyli mother. His father, kline, lead a hunting trip far to the east, deep within the forests of Eirenia many years ago when his group of Dreai wanted to stockpile food for upcoming religious ceremonies involving sacrifice to the gods. As the hunters spread out to cover more area and search for game, Kline ran upon a small Eyli woman gathering herbs. Both were frightened at first but engaged in conversation, which, frankly, ended in intercourse. Kline was forced to return to his camp in the west but promised to return in the time to come.
one year later, Kline returned by himself to the forest to find a child, one he would call his own. Arias, the Eyli woman, carried a small boy with bright, golden fur. Understanding their two separate cultures, a decision had to be made of the boy's future. Arias handed the boy, who she called Grover, to Kline and said "You must take him. Although I love him dearly, every boy needs a father to teach him strength, courage, and how to provide for his people. I know we cannot be together, and that is okay, for I know he will live a good life with the Dreai people." With that, Kline understood and was pleased to have a boy follow in his footsteps. The two said their goodbyes, and Kline returned to camp, bringing Grover to his true home.
Grover grew up a Dreai, having little memory of his mother or the place he came from. His father taught him to hunt, fish, and set up shelters at an early age. Grover was not the same as the other children, however. Because of his Eyli mother, he stood shorter than the others and boasted agility and quick movement, traits that actually aided his hunting. As his father grew older, Grover began to lead the hunting trips and take over primary control of the group's food source.
It was a gloomy day. Grover left on a hunting trip just days before, leaving the woman and elderly behind in the camp. It came out of nowhere, a crash in the sky, sending a large, glowing shard down to the center of Eirenia. Everyone saw it, including Grover. He and the other hunters returned to their camp as quickly as they could manage, only to find dismay when they returned.nearly half of the fenrel of the small camp, most elderly, had died under a plague caused by the giant shard, his father among the perished. Plants grew to enormous heights, and animals grew more bloodthirsty by the day. Grover was filled with grief, but he knew this was no time to fall weak. News was sent of three smaller objects landing near Paenr and Eyria. Grover and the other Dreai did not travel to investigate, instead waiting for word from the others. It was discovered that the objects were not objects at all, but gods themselves, Altheum, God of Earth and Mountains, Isra, Goddess of frost, and Myrail, Goddess of nature.
Creatures of Eirenia grew more vicious by the day. The fenrel knew they had to leave. Grover worked with all the Dreai to build large ships capable of passing through the sea. When the Krao and Eyli arrived with the gods, all set sail toward the storm line, the only place not corrupted by evil. With help from the gods, the fenrel passed the vast ocean and reached Iratar, continent of the humans.
Grover took one last look at the ocean as the ships approached land. His father was gone, as was everything he ever knew. It was time to begin his journey, a new life for all.
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Character name: Sergio Dreux
Gender: Male
Age:28
Appearance:
Sergio stands a perfect 5'5ft, his years of training done him well he is quite muscular. Sergio’s brown hair not long at, he keeps it out of his face . His skin is a very dark tan color telling he stay out most of the time. You can tell that he is man of confidence or at least makes you think standing tall.. His clothing are nothing special colors are mostly made of brown, his belt is lays on his waist keeping his pants up. His eyes a bluish color, looking into them can tell a story on their own.
Personality:
Sergio is a courageous man willing to learn even if it takes time, a patient man he is. He chooses his friends wisely but the ones he does choose he will protect with his life. He enjoys talking to others, that is why is number one fear is being alone. Is a protective fellow of anyone who he trusts or is close to (WARNING DO NOT MESS WITH HIS COMPANIONS). Sergio isn't a man of power with violence he rather talk things out first, but don’t think he isn't any less deadly than any other man. Don’t assume things about Sergio one of his major pet peeves. He isn't a stereotypical guy neither.
Background Story:
“Sergio, oh Sergio” as his mother and father once said. Now don’t think that means he was a trouble maker because he wasn't he just took the blame for everything. Now taking the focus off Sergio for a second, his father at this time was soldier in the militia, his mother a scientist. They lived in the city of Highwyn in the more wealthy area.
Sergio’s mother left one evening excited and quickly telling them only that she was going to research the Crystals that have fallen from the sky. She never came back, no one came back. Shortly after that is when everything got worse more than it already was people started catching this illness, making them madly insane! These diseased people were so insane they killed others! YES! Killed others! Sergio hearing all these stories about heroes when he was younger was hoping that one of them would save them!
His father became ill, his father’s only wish was to find out what happened to his mother. So they traveled to the crystals that had fallen from the sky. Neither his father nor he had any idea what they would look like; they had hardly any scientific knowledge. When they left the city was nothing it was no longer a city, it was a place where people who would pass would only scavenge for food. They took nothing of importance because they had plans of coming back… So they left, his father still gravely ill having to stop ever few hours to rest. He and his father knew what he would become a soulless, insane, and non-human living thing. So there time was limited, the world they saw around was not a world all it was destroyed and corrupted image of what once was.
One day as they were taking a break as his father was sleeping he met a group of travelers. They told Sergio of story of a place they heard of that was like a safe haven known as the Crystal Isles and a Queen who provided order. As they talked this man told him he could tag along with them. He denied he said he will meet him there but must first complete his father’s only wish, after that they parted ways. Returning to his father he told him of the stories the man had told about the Crystal Isles and the Queen. His father told his son how he is becoming much too weak to fight the corruption.
Sergio and his dad doubled their travel time (Sergio had to carry his dad most of the time on his back). As they finally saw it from a far distance Sergio got this vibe and told his dad we should forget about it. Quicker than Sergio could realize his father was already getting closer and closer to the Crystal as he did he looked into his father eyes one last time his father was not there. He was that soulless and insane non-human living thing. Sergio was speechless, tears running down his face he turned around and ran. He did not look back, he simple just ran. The only thing in his mind was the Crystal Isles he will find them, he wasn't sure how but he will find them.
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Character name: Xavier Gale
Gender: Male
Race (and optional subrace): Human Centraler.
Age: 36
Appearance: His skin has a tanned appearance, but still resembles that of a Centraler. He stands at a less than intimidating height of 5'3", yet he is still a built man, capable of the average athletic feat. His eyes and hair are both a medium brown, with his hair kept short and matted against his head. He wears dark, black clothing, which also functions as a light armor. He has the presence of a thief or mercenary with the entirety of his look.
Personality: Xavier Gale takes to every opportunity he sees. He’s incredibly self-inspired, if a bit self-absorbed, as well. He usually sees companions as business partners or people to earn a favor from. He’s a very literal man, as well, still taking to humor but desiring to quickly arrive to the point of a conversation. He has a very rushed demeanor as a result and will seem urgently willing to understand what he needs to do or where he needs to be. For his business, this urgency and attraction to getting the job done gave him a solid standing with the people he dealt with. He carries little actual trust for people, being aware of possible betrayals.
RP Story:
My journeys have taken me from humble beginnings, to the highest powers, and now...
here I am. Slowly, I drift toward the isles with the ghosts of the people I knew. I was a powerful man, coming from great heritage. Everything I had done was meticulously planned and executed, I believe no one before me had ever pulled off such a feat. I had everything in my palm, ready to play with for my own personal desires. To my frustration, all those years ago, the damn Corruption tore it all apart. There wasn't anything left to own after the city was torn apart.
I hailed from Ithica, the infamous den of thieves. I was no different than those that gave the city it's title, but yet, I didn't have to stoop to their level. Something had possessed me to take a turn in my journey. I followed the "voice" or beckoning hand, what have you, and let it show me the way to greatness. Slowly, I became known and great, but when the Final Embrace brought the Corruption to the land, there was nobody to know who I was. I escaped the city before it truly fell, to my luck. I imagine from the hushed words I've heard, there is little left.
I had assistance, company with those that had trusted me before and to the day they died. I doubt any of them are still alive. Some were true to their cutthroat heritage and abandoned or betrayed us. I do not blame them, as the ones who stuck around were killed slowly throughout the years. I think when it got down to say... four or five, we just decided it'd be best we all die with our own desires in mind. I decided that before I died, I'd get a taste of that glory again. I had heard of the Crystal Isles, yet I couldn't convince anyone to go there. This was my chance, I thought, and I took off.
I'm almost there, I can taste the island in the air, the sweet scent of land and freedom.
With care and planning, I will have my last desire.
Character name Francisco Alejandro Gabriel De Santino III
Gender Male
Race (and optional subrace) Human - Centraller
Age 32
Appearance
Francisco has brown hair combed neatly upon his head with a finely trimmed beard. He has green eyes that sparkle like emeralds. He normally wears black boots with light-khaki pants. Under his blue and gold coat, he has a red shirt with a brown sash around it. All his clothes encompass his finely sculpted muscular body. He stands at 6'3.5 ft. tall.
Personality
Francisco is a very generous man. He is always willing to give to the poor, weak, and disabled. He shows a high aptitude for empathy and is very compassionate. He tries to be courteous to the best of his ability. Francisco tends to use his charm and powers of persuasion (such as lying, which he does frequently), however, he is a very hard-worker when he needs to be.
RP Story
"Sir, wha' ye do back in ye ol' life?" said the captain, who was roughly in his 40s and stood at a height slightly taller than my own.
"My old life, good sir. Whatever do you mean?" I said, letting out a slight chuckle at the end. "Listen, cap'n, my life has only just begun. This...this event has broadened my opportunities for success; of course it will be a challenge but life should be a challenge."
"Tha's not wha' I mean, sir," he said, letting out a brief and almost unrecongnizable sigh, "I mean wha' did you do before the embrace?"
I straightened out my posture and pondered for a moment, "I've never heard this epic cataclysm called that before, captain. It's got a nice ring to it, if I do say so myself. Anyway, if you really must know. I was a slaver and brothel owner back in Highwynn. As you may be able to deduce, I used the slaves I captured to satisfy the very wealthy patrons of my brothel." I took a pause and smiled at the satisfaction the memory of my old life had brought me before finishing with, "This embrace has taken that from me and I think it's about time I make more money. Get more power. And do better for myself than ever before, I suggest you do the same, my good friend." It was a long time before the captain spoke again but when he did, he asked a question normally deemed inappropriate, he asked, "Say, how much money did ye make back there'n Highwynn, boy?"
I responded quickly, a hint of anger in my voice, "I suggest you don't call me 'boy', good sir, I may be younger than you but I assure you, I'd kill you in a second. As for the amount of money I made back in Highwynn, well, see for yourself." I pushed back the coat on my left side and gestured to a sheathed sword. It was a rapier made of the finest steel, with a swept-hilt made of the finest silver and gold woven in an intricate design. "See, captain, this is how much money I've made." I said, after giving a long break to let the captain examine my sword.
"Sir, why the isles?" the captain asked in a way that made it seem as if we were approaching the Isles and that this would be his final question.
"To make money, good sir, to make money. After all, isn't that all we want and really need?" I exclaimed, fixing my coat moving to the bow of the ship to gaze off into the distance at the seemingly approaching land masses. As I stood there with my eyes peeled, I thought to myself "This will be a good venture, a good venture indeed."
Character Name: Kobin Artaka Teicarest
Gender: Male
Race: Krao Fenrel
Age: 29
Appearance
Kobin’s skin is dark brown and his hair and fur are golden blond, an unusual color for a Krao. He has his hair tied into a series of dreadlocks that run down his back. His horns are dark and protrude farther forward than most Fenrel’s. His body is toned, muscular and roughly 6 feet 6 inches tall. He has a tall brow and deep set eyes. His nose is wide and his jaw strong. He wears a heavy steel chestplate with ornate carvings. Shoulderpads extend down his biceps. Kobin wears a sash around his waist with various bells dangling from it. He fights with the traditional spear of the Krao, the Ralaka, but he also carries two war-axes on his back.
Personality
Kobin is extremely proud of both his heritage and his own physical abilities. He places great value in the traditions and beliefs of his people and does not allow the thoughts of others to change who he is. He is fiercely protective of his friends and allies, although becoming one of those two is quite the difficult process. He believes that friendships are formed through shared hardship and nothing else. He is aggressive, but reserved in his speech until he feels the time is right to speak. He thinks that people who speak often and loudly are fools and weaklings who rely on trickery and deceit to advance themselves. He has an aversion to anything that has to do with radiation.
RP Story
I strode down the corridor, granite pillars rose beside me and deep alcoves lay between them. The sound of my hooves echoed through the halls of Patriarch’s fortress. I wore the armor of my fathers, every piece of flesh above my torso was covered in battle tested steel. I mentally traced each scar and dent in the metal and thought about my future victories. Today was my Trenaling, the day I became a war commander for my tribe, a position I had longed for ever sense I was a child. I do not use hyperbole when I say I was the strongest among my peers. I had bested them all, one by one in the caves beneath the mountains. I struggled to contain a grin as I recalled those days of hunting in the darkness of the training labyrinths.
The doors of the Patriarch’s cavern loomed before me, two fully armed guards stood to either side. I ceased my reminiscing and prepared myself for the trial. The guards opened as I approached and I entered the chamber. The room was rectangular, with seats lining its sides and a grand throne sitting at the far edge. It was sparsely decorated. Several hundred Krao lined the edges, with the Patriarch standing across from the doors waiting. He had a spear clutched in his fist, and two others standing beside him. All were silent, then the Patriarch threw the first, second, and third spears in rapid succession.
With flawless grace refined by hundreds of hours of practice I let the spears slide into my palms before throwing them back one by one in a continuous motion. The Patriarch nodded in approval and walked towards me. We were of equal height, he stopped and we locked eyes. He put his hands on my shoulders and I did the same. We commenced my appointment by rearing back our skulls and smashing our foreheads together. After the solid thud the crowd burst into cheers. We feasted long and hard that night.
The next day I addressed the warriors under my command. Some were of my generation, some were older.
“Today we begin forging our legacies in the blood of those who oppose us. Your children will remember you by what you do on the battlefield. Your fathers will recognize you by your scars and your battlecry. The Krao do not bend, the Krao do not break. So has it always been, and so will it always be. Serve me as you serve your people, Warriors of Krao.”
They clanged their weapons and armor with a shout, and we ran into the world to forge our fates.
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Character name: Alice Silverthorn
Gender: Female
Race (and optional subrace): Human
Age: 29
Appearance: Alice has a shock of fiery red hair which she typically keeps tied back in two pony tails down her back. She stands at about 6’2” and has a strong but slim and agile build. Alice has bright red eyes, but her eyelids tend to be a little droopy, making her look rather tired and sleepy much of the time, because she is. Alice has somewhat pale skin, but not at an unhealthy or unnatural level. She has three jagged scars down her left forearm, but the third one is very short and does not go very far past her elbow. The the skin on the pads of her hands and fingers is pretty tough from hard work and frequent use of her crossbow which she keeps strapped to her back at pretty much all times. Alice wears an old and well worn but sturdy leather coat with an offset row of buttons up the front that goes right up to the high collar which covers the lower half of her face unless she keeps the top few buttons undone. The coat also has two grey pads in the shoulders as well. She also has a pair of grey pants which she typically keeps tucked into her black boots.
Personality: Alice often seems to be in a near constant state of the 'Three AM Daze.' She tends to be friendly enough, but she has been known to fall asleep while someone is talking to her. She does have a bit of a problem with narcolepsy, but this is more the side effect of her being rather sleep deprived because her Circadian rhythm is pretty much backwards. In other words, her sleep patterns would generally make her nocturnal. Unfortunately for her, the daytime is the general waking time for most people so she generally has to be awake during the day too for jobs and social needs. Alice has a wide skill set that she has learned from the gang she used to run with in Ithica before the Final Embrace and from surviving afterwards, including lock picking, fighting, climbing, burglary, and so forth. But if there is one thing that Alice is truly exceptional at, it is her skills with the crossbow. Many people who have witnessed it have joked that she isn't a marks woman, but a miracle worker. While it is not true that she performs miracles, she is definitely very skilled with the crossbow, and her real vexation nowadays with the device is that there is simply a range where, no matter how skilled you are, you cannot keep the bolt flying perfectly true. At night time it is usually easier for her to be more aware and awake, and she can be rather playful and mischievous. She has a sharp eye and a sharp mind, even when she is tired, although her sleeplessness does certainly dull it down a significant amount.
Background Story: You wanna hear my story huh? Well it is an interesting one anyways, so why not. Well, I was born in Ithica, y'know, the big port city? Anyways, I guess I was abandoned or my parents were killed. I'm not really sure, I was too young to remember, but either way, I had grown up an orphan on the streets of the city, a gutter rat really. I would steal what I needed and do whatever I could to survive. When I was around 6 years old, by Bradwell's estimate either, a street gang that called themselves the Silverthorns took me in. They were a rough bunch who could chew you up and spit you out, but the members of the gang were like a large extended family. Bradwell was the leader of the bunch by general consensus of the gang. I was kind of the baby of the gang and I was largely protected by them, but I was pretty capable of holding my own, otherwise they probably wouldn't have given me a second glance. In a way, Bradwell became like a father too me, and he taught me all kinds of things, like how to break into a house, how to pick locks, how to fight, and many, many other skills. He wasn't the one who taught me how to fire a crossbow though. That was T. He never really said what his real name was, he just called himself T, and most everyone had the sense to not push him on it.
Anyways, I was watching him practice with his own crossbow in what I guess was once an old storage building when he offered to teach me. Heh, the recoil from the first bolt I fired knocked me on my rear, much to the amusement of T and a couple other members of the group. But I kept practicing and by the time I was, at best guess, 11 years old, I was actually beginning to become rather famous beyond our gang for my marksmanship. Soon enough, people would sometimes come to me to be a contract killer. At first those people would get beat up and even killed by my fellow Silverthorn members, but eventually Bradwell decided to go for it, although the contractors always had to clear the assignments with him first. He always made sure that the contracts were never against someone too high profile or otherwise would put me or the gang in danger if I took the job. I only ever took two hit jobs before the Final embrace struck and the world went to hell, yadda yadda yadda.
Anyways, after people started getting sick, Bradwell decided we would clear out of the city for a while until everything blew over, but before we got out, we ended up being attacked by a bunch of corrupted. We didn't know what they were at first and they managed to do some significant damage among the members of the group because we didn't expect those monsters to not feel any pain or fear. We didn't know that the sick were the ones becoming those monsters, and with several members of the gang sick already, we did not expect them to attack us just two days after we escaped from Ithica. Me, Bradwell, T, and three to five other members of the gang hadn't gotten sick for some reason. We weren't really sure why, but one night several of the sick finally turned and attacked us. Only me, Bradwell and T survived that, barely, but T had been bitten by one of them and the bite wound had soon gotten a nasty infection. He died a few days later. We soon learned of the general idea of what was going on and that this was not just an isolated incident.
Eventually, Bradwell and I had picked up a few survivors and we had built up our 'territory' in our neck of the middle of nowhere. There was a small town that was largely abandoned or filled with corrupted when we found it, but we cleared it out for the most part and it was sort of our base of operations. We generally tried to keep a low profile and kill any corrupted we saw if it was feasible, but there were plenty of disputes with other groups of survivors. We heard all kinds of rumors from the groups who cam in peace, such as about the Isles, how the plague started, even some about goat people. The person who was talking about goat people was probably crazy though. I mean, who do you honestly expect would believe a tale that tall? One day a large group stormed in, and attacked. I was on look out so I saw them coming and warned the others. Everyone got ready quickly, but I don't think any of us expected the rival group to attack without any negotiations. But that is just what they did. When one of our group stepped out to meet them, they just shot him dead with an arrow. We tried to hold our ground at first, but that certainly didn't work. We ran and split up, but two men on horse back had spotted and and were giving chase. I tried to lose them but they were slowly gaining, even with the rough, wooded terrain. As I was running, I noticed an area where the foliage seemed particularly thick to try to trip up their horses, but as I ran in, I just felt a wave of blinding pain. At first at thought maybe one of my pursuers had shot me with their bow, but it quickly became obvious to me that it wasn't an arrow wound, but my entire body was in incredible pain. I almost fell, almost went to give up and curl up in the fetal position, but I kept running. I didn't know where I was going really, I was blinded by pain and tears, but I kept on running till I came out the other side.
After I had escaped whatever the hell that area was, after which I did end up collapsing. I felt tired and weak. I just wanted to curl up and die, but I dragged myself into a clot of bushes to hide and recover, where, in all honesty, I ended up blacking out. I guess I must have lost my pursuers at some point, cause I didn't wake to find myself dead, or worse. Perhaps they were also affected by whatever caused that pain and turned back. I dunno, and I dun' really care either. At first, after I woke up and went to keep moving and put distance between me and that place, I avoided people altogether, but eventually I decided to try to communicate. The first person I met got incredibly freaked when he saw me. He started blabbering, he wasn't even able to form a proper coherent sentence, which certainly did make me laugh. What I did make out was that he was apparently begging for his life and that he saw my red eyes. I admit, having my crossbow pointed at his heart at the time probably didn't help matters any, but it is better to be safe than sorry. Eventually I let him scramble away, leaving the belonging he didn't still have on him behind. I hadn't exactly had a chance to see what my eyes looked like before that, nor had I thought to do so, 'cause that wouldn't exactly be the first thing you'd look for in those situations. But after that encounter, out of curiosity when I next found some sufficiently still water, I looked at my reflection and what do you know? I suddenly found myself with these bright red eyes. I had heard the rumors of The Crystal Isles from travelers when I was still living back in the small town, so I decided that since I had nowhere else to go, I may as well try to find the place. So yeah, that pretty sums up my story. Now if you don't mind, I would like to take a nap before we come ashore.
IGN: Snallac
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Character name: Thraeld
Gender: Male
Race (and optional subrace): Fenrel (Eyli)
Age: 35
Appearance: Thraeld stands out among the Fenrel. Not only does he have grey fur instead of the brown of his Eyli kin, he has fur on the rest of his torso as well. His eyes are strange as well, instead of having white around his pupils he has orange. He doesn't wear much clothing, just a loincloth and cowl. He's wiry and small. (I'm going to say he's average height for an Eyli, but I don't have more player models so I can't change his height)
Personality: Thraeld is something of an anthropologist. He's also a decent healer. He's very interested in humans and the fact that they seem to be in a constant state of conflict where as the Fenrel had lived in peace long before the Final Embrace, so he reacts differently to humans than he would to Fenrel. He hates oppression and is very generous, and helps people whenever he can. He's decent with a mace. He's also an extremely devout worshiper of Altheum, Isra and Myrail.
Background Story:
Thraeld is a scholar who lived like most Fenrel before the Final Embrace, farming and worshiping the gods and not much else. When the plague struck he joined many other Fenrel in searching for a cure to no avail. He was in Paenr when Isra and Altheum fell to the earth there, as many Fenrel had gone to Paenr for refuge. He was already a devout worshiper of the three gods before this, but witnessing his gods fall to earth only strengthened his devotion. After they passed the storm line and the Fenrel met the humans, Thraeld became extremely interested in the humans constant state of conflict. He would go from settlement to settlement and observe each settlement's state of internal conflict, and help them whenever he could, despite the fact that most humans were wary of him. In a few towns he had to flee from those who thought him a monster. During his travels he tried to learn as much about the humans history as he could, although there were few left who knew very much or cared to tell him what they knew. Occasionally he met other wandering Fenrel, though he learned little of what had happened to the other Fenrel from them as most Fenrel scattered and went separate ways when the ships landed.
Instead of uniting humanity, the Plague seemed to divide it as most humans fought over resources instead of uniting and sharing. The longer he wandered the worse things seemed to get. Settlements were falling to the Corrupted, and the survivors just fought all the more fiercely over the remaining resources. It was harder and harder to get by as the remaining settlements became more savage. There were few remaining examples of civilization, and these fortified bastions turned away most comers. Still, Thraeld kept traveling, for what else could he do?
Then he started heard of the Crystal Isles, where it seemed that this internal conflict was even more intense. Yet despite being very unstable, New Ithica had never come near falling to the corrupted, even though it was much more unstable than the settlements he had traveled to, which always fell in the end. As well as the fact that the newest dictator in a series of tyrants was a god. What made the Isles different? Surely they should have fallen by now? He decided to travel there, going to one of the few remaining ports and getting on a ship headed for the Isles.
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Previous RP experience:
Played extensively on 'Estonia Bay' before that became a private server, have taken part in three and run two IRL Pen and Paper rpgs
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Character name:
(Father) Yarrik
Gender:
Male
Race (and optional subrace):
Human, Centraler
Age:
66
Appearance:
An old man with a grey and white halo of hair on his head, bent with the weight of years. His right cheek and neck has been branded thrice, leaving ugly welts. He wears an old and dirty robe with a faded golden symbol on the back. He speaks with odd cadence and an unusual accent, and his limbs, although old and slim, stand firm as tempered wire.
(The odd accent is becouse IRL, i am slightly dyslexic, so for instance this sentence in the brakets is without spell corrector)
Personality:
Kindly and willing to forgive any transgression against himself, Yarrik is slightly batty in his age, and will often mutter prayers to himself when he thinks no one can hear. Yarrik can and will jump to unpleasant conclusions about people quickly, although always feels a deep sense of shame when they prove unfounded. His will for peace is strong, and he will attempt to mediate any argument he comes across, but he has still a set of ceremonial armour that he keeps oiled, just in case.
RP Story:
Long ago, Yarrik yearned for adventure. He got his chance, even before the cataclysm. Unfortunately, his adventure led to his being forced to watch as his wife and daughter were murdered and ritualistically eaten. It broke him, utterly and totally. He unlocked something in himself that has terrified him since, and he slaughtered everything in his path to the cult leader. Bathed in blood and viscera, Yarrik's vengence left him with nothing. No dream of adventure, and no family to return to. He took the stone sword used on his wife and ran himself through.
When he awoke, he knew he was dead. The golden light and lack of pain certainly encouraged this view, but the light faded, leaving him with an elderly man, untouched by the blood liberally washing everything else. The man spoke, slowly and quietly, and Yarrik knew he was to listen. To do anything else would be unthinkable. The man spoke of something called the 'Zenith', and how it had lead him here, tonight. The man said Yarrik had a choice, and then laid him to sleep with a whispered word.
When Yarrik next opened his eyes, the clearing was clean, and empty, except for two knee high stones. On one, was the sword, and on the other was a neatly folded robe. Taking the robe, Yarrik threw the sword against it's pedestal, shattering the blade in two, before clamping down and swearing never to let the anger out again. He buried his family in an elm grove, and set out on foot, not allowing himself to look back.
Alas, if only his story ended there.
When the cataclysm struck, Yarrik was branded a heretic by the semi-civilised land he had taken himself to. They saw the 'Zenith' he preached of as the destruction of the moons, and burned twisted words into his flesh, which have thankfully become illegible over time. Now, Yarrik seeks only peace, in the only peaceful place left. He keeps quiet about the Zenith, but if someone were to earn his trust, he would brave lash and brand again for the chance to pass on word of the Zenith.
IGN: CastorODeath
RP Skills: 4
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Character Name: Ragnar Bjorn Aurelius
Gender: Male
Race (and optional subrace): Human - Centraler
Age: 34
Appearance:
Ragnar is a very large man and may possibly be the largest human there ever was. He stands at just over 7 feet tall. He has a shaved head but keeps a well groomed auburn beard and mustache. He is light skinned and has blue eyes. He is very bulky and muscular. He has a cut on his cheek and arm. He wears dark gray pants, a thick leather belt, and a dark brown shirt with a token on the left side of the chest. He also wears leather bracers and heavy black boots.
Ragnar: http://i.imgur.com/hZus7TA.png
(125% height on MorePlayerModels - allowed by Skib)
Personality:
Ragnar's primary motivations are revenge and liberation. Ragnar is an honest yet distant man. He prefers to keep to himself and his time with others is very minimal if it doesn't involve slaying bandits or corrupted. However, when he does spend time with people - as little as that may be - Ragnar is respectful and polite. Ragnar isn't religious at all, he actually dislikes all forms of gods and goddesses because they took away the loves of his life.
RP Story:
"''ere's a tankard of ale."
"I didn't ask for any..."
"Aye, the gentleman with the scarlet hood back there paid for it. It's the best ale we've got!"
I turned my head to the corner and saw the hooded man. I couldn't see his face but he didn't look threatening... just like he was trying to remain hidden. I gave him a nod and he waved.
"It's a shame I don't drink", I said to the man at the counter.
"Must have a good reason not to."
I nodded and laid my head back down.
"Ya know, that hooded man spent some good coin on that ale. Probably wants to talk to ya."
"I was afraid of that."
I sighed, grabbed the tankard of ale, and walked over to the hooded man's table.
"Thanks for the drink but I haven't had any in a very long time... 15 years, actually 7 years to be exact."
The hooded figure looked up and removed the hood covering their face. Nearly a minute later, after I realized it was a woman, I managed to speak. "Well then."
She laughed. "You're the first to react that way, big fella." She drank my ale, which she had taken while I stared.
"What happened 15 and 7 years ago?"
"Lost my sisters to the plague and lost my wife to bandits. Both times I was drunk."
"Well then." She stared at me for nearly a minute. "Oh, I've a job for you big fella."
"What is it?"
"Just like that? No questions? No request for payment?"
"You remind me of -- nevermind, I just figured I'd help you while I'm in town."
She lowered her head pulling her scarlet hood halfway over it and whispered, "Long story short, a few men have been hunting me down for weeks. My father had debts and my mother was a thief. They're both dead and their debts are mine to pay it seems. I need someone to protect me for a while."
"Wow. I expected to hear you needed help moving heavy things or building something but... wow. I'm not a sell sword you know?"
"No, but that token you have on your collar and the hilt of your sword... you were a knight in Highwyn, weren't you?"
She was extremely observant. "I would have been had the plague hit just a few weeks after it did. With the city falling to those corrupted beasts, there was no time for the ceremony."
"So you were knighted... just not traditionally, eh? A knight delivers justice and protects those in need, no?"
I sighed and nodded. "Do you have a place to stay or know where you're headed? And do you know exactly who is after you?"
She was quiet for a few seconds. "I'll take my chances in the wild. I've a map and a small boat in the harbor. Just need someone to distract the men following me while I prepare it. I've some food and arrows in a small cave in the mountains outside of town. Follow me there and we'll definitely draw out a few men and you know... take care of them."
I reminded her, "A knight faces his enemies face to face... not behind the shadows cast by the mountains under the moonlight." The look of hope on her face was immediately replaced with one of disappointment. I sighed, "But if there's no other way, I guess I've no choice."
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We went up the mountains and just as she predicted, three men were following us. We hid within the shadows and as the men approached, I grabbed my sword. We continued to her cave where we rested for a few hours while we ate.
From the cave we could hear the sound of swords and shouts getting closer. We hurried out and saw a group of seven men approaching - some with swords, others with bows.
I took my sword with both hands and rushed towards those with swords. Crushing them was easy but the raining arrows were annoying. I rushed back to the scarlet lady and stood in front of her.
"What in the world are you doing, big fella?"
"I'm your cover. Shoot them down as fast as you can."
A few arrows passed by my ears.
"I got one!"
I grabbed the scarlet lady and ran towards the harbor. "You'll get to your boat and prepare it while I hunt down the two remaining archers. You'll be in a new place by tomorrow."
Once there, the scarlet lady ran to a small boat and began prepping it. More men showed up - with swords and spears. I easily took down those with swords.
I chased the spearmen to a dock, where I easily got rid of most of them. The last one had a spear and sword. He'd swing at me, I'd move back, I'd swing at him, and he'd advance. I managed to rid him of his sword with a swing. The arrows had stopped raining - it was about time they ran out of them... so they rushed to the dock with daggers.
Distracted by the bowmen, the spearmen managed to cut my cheek. I rushed at him, taking another cut to the shoulder but shoving my sword in his throat. The bowmen rushed at me and I would've stood my ground if I had any real armor on. I was forced onto the docked ship and I killed most of them and threw them into the water.
"They'll find you after they find her ya know! You're both de-", I crushed his face before he could say another word and thew him into the water too.
Being tired and slightly wounded I decided to lie down on the docked ship and rest for a while.
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"Didn't wanna wake ya, big guy. Figured you'd want to stay on the ship after seeing your wounds and your ruined chainmail. We're here now so time to go, big guy."
"Where am I?"
He tried to raise my head, "These are the Crystal Isles."
Accepted on enjin.