(DEAR GOD RYUTEN, SO MUCH POWERGAMING! This better be the ONLY time! or there WILL be consequences. And how in the world is this being neutral?)
Nazkan woke up and rubbed the back of his head. He was standing on a bridge and had a sharp pain in the back of his skull. He remembered a figure, a dark one. He had disguised himself and offered help. Nazkan assumed at the time he had held the map upside down, and followed the dark one north. He remembered crossing the bridge and turning to see the dark one show it's true shape. He struck at it, but it was prepared and retaliated. Then, darkness.
"So, a dark one." Nazkan said to himself, "It seems I won't need to go to the helldamn island after all." In the distance, Nazkan could see a temple, sitting on it's own island. Nazkan set out towards it, preparing himself for battle.
Nazkan heard someone speaking to him, and raised his eyes of his map to reply. The person speaking was a dwarf, smaller then normal and wearing burnt leather pants. "Hello, friend. What is a fine dwarf like yourself doing all the way out here?" Nazkan said, happy that he had met another dwarf in this human town. "You wouldn't happen to know the way to Helldamn islands would you? I've been looking at this map here, but it's pretty old, and I think it might be missing a few bridges." Nazkan said motioning to his map.
Nazkan woke up slowly, taking a moment to get out of bed. He walked over to the rack he had kept his armour on for the night and contemplated not putting it back on just yet. "I've got to get me a squire." He said. "It takes far to long to put this back on." Nazkan decided against it, and started to put his armour back on. After several hours, He had finished. Nazkan walked back to the front of the Inn, and gave the keeper his payment. Walking outside, Nazkan could see a group of people, crowding around a girl. "Humans." Nazkan said with a slight mockery in his voice. Nazkan took a map out of his bag and began to review where he was going.
Nazkan strapped his harp around his back, and took the pick-axe. "I think I will. Never know what you will find." Nazkan walked over the hole and started to descend into it. After reaching the bottom, He could see a small hole in the floor, barely larger then his fist. Peering into it, Nazkan couldn't see the bottom. "Well," he said to himself, "The first step to exploring it, is to make a way into it." Nazkan started to hack away at the hole, eventually making it larger. As he dug, he began to think about the black diamond, and who would need it most of all. "Anyone expect Kipo and Rellik." He thought. "Kipo's a sociopath with explosives and giving him the diamond would only end badly. I can respect Rellik's intent, but something as beautiful as the black diamond should not be hidden away from the public's eyes." Nazkan snapped back to reality as his pick-axe broke through the floor. The hole was now large enough for someone to enter, but without proper gear, they would just fall down into the unknown.
Name: Nazkan Varil
Race: Dwarf
Class: Mage
Magick: Pure
Weapon: One handed war hammer, dwarvern buckler
Appearance: Nazkan is an average sized dwarf, with red hair and a beard that grows down to his chest. The beard is split into two braids. Nazkan wears heavy dwarven armour, made of tempered steel with rings of gold running down the edges. His shield bears the mark of his dwarven clan, a dragons head, and the top of his hammer is made of obsidian.
Attitude: Nazkan is a very brave figure, but his refusial to fleeing a battle has been the cause of many problems in the past. He's understanding of other races, but wishes they wuold be a bit smarter around dwarvern technology.
Bio: As a young child, Nazkan was picked on for not being as strong as the other dwarves of the time. He didn't worry about this though, because he knew that should they try anything he would be prepared. One day, Nazkan was minding his business, when some other kids came up and started causing trouble. One of them threw a punch, and Nazkan reacted in anger. He shot a ball of dark energy at the kid, and they both flew backwards. Looking around, he could see that the attack had done more damage than he thought. Houses and roads were destroyed in its wake. Seeing the devastation he had caused, Nazkan vowed that he would only use magick for attack if his life depended on it. Over the years, Nazkan studied a new kind of Magick, one that could be used to heal instead of injure. Eventually, He reached the age where all dwarves of his clan must go out and prove their worth. So Nazkan packed his weapons, his research and his belongings, and set out towards places unknown.
Is this Ap alright? Looking forward to RP-ing in this thread.
Nazkan sat on a rock not to far away from one of the dig sites, singing softly to himself. He knew that when the sun reached the middle of the sky, the digger would come out of the hole and Nazkan would descend into the hole to begin his shift of digging. But until then, He decided to past the time by writing a song about his journey so far, despite it being quite short. He also noticed that his harp was un-tuned, so he decided to fix that after he was done. In the back of Nazkan's head, he had a feeling that he wasn't alone here, but just assumed that one of the other travelers was nearby.
Character Name: Nazkan Varil
Gender: Male
Bio: Nazkan grew up in a small town of around 150 people, His father was the owner of the local tavern there, So Nazkan was raised in an atmosphere of music and laughter. Their tavern was constantly in a competition with the other town bar, on the other side of town. Nazkan was normally seen outside his dad's tavern, playing his harp to the people that walked by. One day, in the middle of the night, a fire broke out in the bar. People desperately tried to extinguish the flames, but the building was destroyed. With no where else to go, Nazkan set out towards area's unknown. While traveling from place to place, He heard the legend of the black diamond. Nazkan decided there and then that he would find this diamond, and became convinced that it's beauty would inspire him to create the most awe-inspiring song in the world.
Hope I didn't make my Bio to long, I'll cut it down to size if it's too big.
It's dead? Damn, and it was starting to get good. Ah well, It was good while it lasted.
Good game Everyone.
Plus, I think Dorsid's right here. You abused your power AYF.
Nazkan felt his heart rate increase, and a bead of sweat went down his neck. "Just calm down Nazkan." He thought.
"We found a miner that had somehow turned up here, He's digging us a way out. The plan was to sneak away while Kreel was distracted with the rest of you fighting, but now that your here we may need to change that plan."
Nazkan darted his eyes over to where the miner was, hoping Kain would get the message.
"At least two of us will need to stay to keep Kreel's attention. I hope."
The beetle exploded in a spectacular fashion moments before Nazkan arrived at the scene.
"Hmmm guess they didn't need my help." Nazkan looked around and saw Hiss standing where the monster was. He could also see a new person, He was holding a pickaxe and shuffling nervously.
"HISS! Get over here quickly." Nazkan yelled. Running towards the Miner, Nazkan wasted no time.
"Look, I don't know who you are but we don't have time to argue. If your a miner, We need to get out of this arena. If you could dig a tunnel through the arena, avoiding the lava, I'll stand guard up here and hold of any monsters that Krell throws at us. And please hurry, because every moment we stand here is another moment of potential doom."
Nazkan turned around and raised his sword to prepare for an attack.
(Well herros, The way I see it, there are only two ways this stalemate can end. People can either die off and respawn, or they can all team up together and bluff and trick our way out. Unless someone, like, fakes their death or something.)
(I have no clue how to start this so this should do. I think we should let the new guy in, but he can't start in the arena with us.)
Nazkan looked around the arena, Kreel was high in the sky, observing everyone below. Looking lower, A group of people were fighting and even lower, a large beetle was preparing to charge at them.
Things started to slow down as Nazkan thought. "If that monsters attacks them, all of them will be completely obliterated!" A small angel appeared on Nazkan's left shoulder, and a small devil appeared on his right. The devil was the first to speak,
"Just wait here, man. Once the beetle's attack is over, over a half of the contestants will be dead and you'll be able to take the survivors on easily. You'll be out of here in no time!" The angel retorted,
"You can't just let them die, Corrin and Hiss are in there! Plus this isn't a competition. If you work together, there must be a way out." The devil turned and casually said,
"You know who else is in there? Kain and Necromancer girl, and you never liked Hiss to begin with. Your only lose would be Corrin and he's replaceable. And do you really expect monsters to work to help you? I didn't think so." The angel replyed,
"You don't need to leave this place anyway. This is the chance you've been waiting for, The chance to stop the monsters forever, save the lives of millions. But you won't be able to do it alone, You will need the help of more then one person. Plus you give the monsters too little credit, They did form a group together."
"I don't know what to do!" Nazkan exclaimed.
Both the moral figures replied at once, "You better make a decision soon then. You don't have long to decide." The figures disappeared and time started to speed back up.
"Dammit, I hate my life." Nazkan breathed as he raised his sword and ran towards the beetle. Attempting to stop it from charging.
(Well judging by Hiss comment, I'm going to assume that we're already in the nether.
But to settle this kind of thing once and for all, We need to make sure everyone understands where they are.
Corrin your with me, in a jail, in the nether. Hiss, your apparently in some kind of bedroom, with your brother, who is a pigman?. Dorsid dwarf, you can either be in an unpopulated area of the nether, in the temple near the portal, the nether castle or an unknown place in the overworld. Everyone else should be clear on where they are. ok?)
Nazkan woke up in a dark room. He gasped for air, but the intense heat hurt his mouth as he breathed in. He sat up an tried to remember what happened. He remembered the figure walking towards him, and attacking. He had tried to fight it off, but a single strike from the flat his huge sword knocked Nazkan out. He remembered being dragged towards the portal and thrown in. The heat had hit him instantly and he passed out. Nazkan snapped back to reality and looked around the room. The room appeared to be made out of obsidian, with a single barred window letting in a hellish red glow. Nazkan pulled himself to his feet and walked over to the window. Looking out, he could see a vast ocean of lava, with transparent ghosts floating over it, and large crystals hanging from the ceiling, glowing.
"Corrin, We may be in trouble. Where's Hiss and Arthur? Actually, just wheres Arthur?"
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Nazkan woke up and rubbed the back of his head. He was standing on a bridge and had a sharp pain in the back of his skull. He remembered a figure, a dark one. He had disguised himself and offered help. Nazkan assumed at the time he had held the map upside down, and followed the dark one north. He remembered crossing the bridge and turning to see the dark one show it's true shape. He struck at it, but it was prepared and retaliated. Then, darkness.
"So, a dark one." Nazkan said to himself, "It seems I won't need to go to the helldamn island after all." In the distance, Nazkan could see a temple, sitting on it's own island. Nazkan set out towards it, preparing himself for battle.
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Race: Dwarf
Class: Mage
Magick: Pure
Weapon: One handed war hammer, dwarvern buckler
Appearance: Nazkan is an average sized dwarf, with red hair and a beard that grows down to his chest. The beard is split into two braids. Nazkan wears heavy dwarven armour, made of tempered steel with rings of gold running down the edges. His shield bears the mark of his dwarven clan, a dragons head, and the top of his hammer is made of obsidian.
Attitude: Nazkan is a very brave figure, but his refusial to fleeing a battle has been the cause of many problems in the past. He's understanding of other races, but wishes they wuold be a bit smarter around dwarvern technology.
Bio: As a young child, Nazkan was picked on for not being as strong as the other dwarves of the time. He didn't worry about this though, because he knew that should they try anything he would be prepared. One day, Nazkan was minding his business, when some other kids came up and started causing trouble. One of them threw a punch, and Nazkan reacted in anger. He shot a ball of dark energy at the kid, and they both flew backwards. Looking around, he could see that the attack had done more damage than he thought. Houses and roads were destroyed in its wake. Seeing the devastation he had caused, Nazkan vowed that he would only use magick for attack if his life depended on it. Over the years, Nazkan studied a new kind of Magick, one that could be used to heal instead of injure. Eventually, He reached the age where all dwarves of his clan must go out and prove their worth. So Nazkan packed his weapons, his research and his belongings, and set out towards places unknown.
Is this Ap alright? Looking forward to RP-ing in this thread.
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Gender: Male
Bio: Nazkan grew up in a small town of around 150 people, His father was the owner of the local tavern there, So Nazkan was raised in an atmosphere of music and laughter. Their tavern was constantly in a competition with the other town bar, on the other side of town. Nazkan was normally seen outside his dad's tavern, playing his harp to the people that walked by. One day, in the middle of the night, a fire broke out in the bar. People desperately tried to extinguish the flames, but the building was destroyed. With no where else to go, Nazkan set out towards area's unknown. While traveling from place to place, He heard the legend of the black diamond. Nazkan decided there and then that he would find this diamond, and became convinced that it's beauty would inspire him to create the most awe-inspiring song in the world.
Hope I didn't make my Bio to long, I'll cut it down to size if it's too big.
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Good game Everyone.
Plus, I think Dorsid's right here. You abused your power AYF.
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"We found a miner that had somehow turned up here, He's digging us a way out. The plan was to sneak away while Kreel was distracted with the rest of you fighting, but now that your here we may need to change that plan."
Nazkan darted his eyes over to where the miner was, hoping Kain would get the message.
"At least two of us will need to stay to keep Kreel's attention. I hope."
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"Hmmm guess they didn't need my help." Nazkan looked around and saw Hiss standing where the monster was. He could also see a new person, He was holding a pickaxe and shuffling nervously.
"HISS! Get over here quickly." Nazkan yelled. Running towards the Miner, Nazkan wasted no time.
"Look, I don't know who you are but we don't have time to argue. If your a miner, We need to get out of this arena. If you could dig a tunnel through the arena, avoiding the lava, I'll stand guard up here and hold of any monsters that Krell throws at us. And please hurry, because every moment we stand here is another moment of potential doom."
Nazkan turned around and raised his sword to prepare for an attack.
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Nazkan looked around the arena, Kreel was high in the sky, observing everyone below. Looking lower, A group of people were fighting and even lower, a large beetle was preparing to charge at them.
Things started to slow down as Nazkan thought. "If that monsters attacks them, all of them will be completely obliterated!" A small angel appeared on Nazkan's left shoulder, and a small devil appeared on his right. The devil was the first to speak,
"Just wait here, man. Once the beetle's attack is over, over a half of the contestants will be dead and you'll be able to take the survivors on easily. You'll be out of here in no time!" The angel retorted,
"You can't just let them die, Corrin and Hiss are in there! Plus this isn't a competition. If you work together, there must be a way out." The devil turned and casually said,
"You know who else is in there? Kain and Necromancer girl, and you never liked Hiss to begin with. Your only lose would be Corrin and he's replaceable. And do you really expect monsters to work to help you? I didn't think so." The angel replyed,
"You don't need to leave this place anyway. This is the chance you've been waiting for, The chance to stop the monsters forever, save the lives of millions. But you won't be able to do it alone, You will need the help of more then one person. Plus you give the monsters too little credit, They did form a group together."
"I don't know what to do!" Nazkan exclaimed.
Both the moral figures replied at once, "You better make a decision soon then. You don't have long to decide." The figures disappeared and time started to speed back up.
"Dammit, I hate my life." Nazkan breathed as he raised his sword and ran towards the beetle. Attempting to stop it from charging.
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But to settle this kind of thing once and for all, We need to make sure everyone understands where they are.
Corrin your with me, in a jail, in the nether. Hiss, your apparently in some kind of bedroom, with your brother, who is a pigman?. Dorsid dwarf, you can either be in an unpopulated area of the nether, in the temple near the portal, the nether castle or an unknown place in the overworld. Everyone else should be clear on where they are. ok?)
Nazkan woke up in a dark room. He gasped for air, but the intense heat hurt his mouth as he breathed in. He sat up an tried to remember what happened. He remembered the figure walking towards him, and attacking. He had tried to fight it off, but a single strike from the flat his huge sword knocked Nazkan out. He remembered being dragged towards the portal and thrown in. The heat had hit him instantly and he passed out. Nazkan snapped back to reality and looked around the room. The room appeared to be made out of obsidian, with a single barred window letting in a hellish red glow. Nazkan pulled himself to his feet and walked over to the window. Looking out, he could see a vast ocean of lava, with transparent ghosts floating over it, and large crystals hanging from the ceiling, glowing.
"Corrin, We may be in trouble. Where's Hiss and Arthur? Actually, just wheres Arthur?"