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Registration thread: Version 1.1

Re: Registration thread: Version 1.1

Postby Thalar » Sat Oct 25, 2008 11:41 pm

Najah:

Very good, we don't know much about human society yet, but the story is plausible and goes a long way without defining too much about how things work on the surface.

Just one thing, does your character have any cash, and if so, how much can she be expected to carry around? I need to know before I can let her through. Please just post below with an appropriate amount, or distinct lack thereof, no need to edit it in (I suggest no more than 50 ada).

Refused, pending clarification about the cash amount (if any).
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Re: Registration thread: Version 1.1

Postby Najah » Mon Oct 27, 2008 9:22 am

She had to use up all of her Emberi money on the surface because she heard that underworld cities won't accept it. And thanks. I am an obsessive nut when it comes to asian cultures. I know that most ancient Asian cultures were centered around, then again what ancient culture wasn't? They wanted their women to be pretty little flowers and never speak unless spoken to. Of course that always wasn't the case, you hade a few amazons here and there. But yeah, I know a good portion of history, not too good with dates, but specific things catch my interest. XD
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Re: Registration thread: Version 1.1

Postby Kit Katy » Mon Oct 27, 2008 3:28 pm

Name: Julian; birth name is Julian Kriva Sarghress
Age: 30
Race: Drowolath
Sex: Male
Beginning city: Chel'el'Sussoloth
Affinity: Light
Clan: Sarghress

Background:

Julian Kriva was related to a great warrior during the many wars. Within the family, a women out shined in strength from the inside and the outside. With her sword held high, she fought against many foes to protect her kind. Julian remembered her name being, Polynesia Kriva. But, he doesn't know much else about her seeing as she died in the last war. He didn't know how he was related to Polynesia nor did he understand why she was considered a idol.

Julian was thought of a disappointment physically and mentally by his family. He looked different compared to everyone, he wasn't strong enough to wield a blade, and he couldn't understand anything that people tried to teach him. Not only that, his emotions got in the way of everything. He was afraid to spar with his friends, he was frustrated the he couldn't understand anything, and he grew drastically depressed from these constant obstacles. Everything seemed too complicated for him, and he often wished there was a second door.

He looked different from every family member because he was adopted into the Kriva house hold. He never knew his real parents or siblings, but his new family claimed that his real parents abandoned him for protection during the raging wars. He was too young to keep hold of his memories of the war or his real family. Often, Julian wondered if his real parents were still alive, and how he would fit in with his new surroundings.

Julian knew he wasn't the brightest when it came to fighting, but he tried desperately to prove that he was worthy of becoming a great fighter. With each attempt, his biological mother would claim that he wasn't trying hard enough or that he was a hopeless child. "Child, you are the protector of your sister but you cannot protect yourself! How am I to send your sister off with such a weakling?" his mother asked.

His sister, Mari Kriva, was considered the next leader of the family. But, she still had much to learn. Julian's mother wished for Mari to travel the world and see for herself what needs to be changed. Knowing that the outside would be full of dangers, Julian's mother counted on him to protect Mari in her travels.

"Perhaps if I went to Orthorbbae, I could become a better warrior?" he suggested. His mother stared down with her sullen gray eyes at him. She leaned on her hand as she tried to picture the outcome of her son being trained at Orthorbbae. Her pale purple hair fell in front of her charcoal face.

"You may proceed, but do not fell me" his mother said finally before dismissing Julian. "Wait a moment, child. Take this with you so you remember what you're fighting for" his mother called. Julian turned around to see a small golden flute in the palm of her charcoaled hand.

"Thank you mother, I will make you proud. I will make everyone proud" he stated with a wide smile before turning to leave.
"In the outside world, call me by my name Julian for I will call you by yours. I see that this small seed is starting to bloom, so bloom for this house hold." His mother explained.

"Very well, Mrs. Virron Sarghress" Julian replied.

For the longest time, he had never seen a smile creep onto his mothers lips, until today. His mother seemed happy about Julian wanting to go that great of a distance to learn what he could.

Julian wanted to prove to everyone that he could protect his sister and to claim a title larger than the female warrior. Excited, he ran to pack his gear and to head out to Orthorbbae.
Once he reached Orthorbbae, Julian struggled against the work that was placed before him day in and day out, but he finished everything that was asked for him to do. Even if that meant not sleeping for a couple of days.

In addition to completing his learning degree, Julian decides to learn more about the world and how to become emotionally strong. "I know that mother said I could go to Orthorbbae to help me become stronger, but I still feel the need to prove even more to her. I maybe strong on the outside now, but to become as strong as Lady Polynesia, I must be internally strong" he concluded. Placing a fist in his palm and giving a wide smile. "She'll have to recognize me as a warrior!" he stated in glee.

Only one thought lingered from his plan, how would he change his overly emotional side? It wouldn't be a easy task, that's for sure.
People often called him bipolar, and it's difficult to make your emotions strong when your emotions fire up so easily.

He resides in Chel'el,sussoloth and watches over the towns folk for a clearer view of what is happening in the outside world. To keep traveling expenses, he works at any shop that needs help. Currently, he works at a tavern.

(Weapon)
Julian Kriva always carries around a simple broad sword that appeared to be hand crafted. The hilt contains a carved picture of a lions head that roared at its foes.

(Armor)
When in battle, he normally wears a bronze chest plate and average chain mail.
He wears fingerless gauntlets, and his average attire underneath.

Average Attire:
He wears a long sleeve sweater that's dark blue and over this sweater drapes a navy blue shawl. Though it's strange for males to wear skirts, he wears a long dark blue skirt. Though he's been made fun of for this, he doesn't seem to care. His foot ware consists of wooden sandals.

(Accessories)
He carries around a dud amulet. By dud, I mean a magic amulet that no longer works. To put it simple-it's a plain accessory. In his pointed ears, he has silver hooped earrings. One of the earrings (his left earring) contains tape around the middle for it broke.
A golden flute in remembrance of his adopted family.

Simple Items:
1 travel bag
1 blanket
2 sets of spare clothes
1 Money pouch (normally carries at least 14 ada)
First Aid kit- (2 roles of bandages, tweezers, and 1 ice pack)
1 Diary

General appearance: http://i31.photobucket.com/albums/c383/ ... ulian2.jpg

Hair Color: A pale blue, sometimes confused with violet.
Height: 4 ft 8
Eye Color: night sky blue

Time: Central U.S.
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Re: Registration thread: Version 1.1

Postby Pariel » Wed Nov 05, 2008 12:10 pm

I'll have this one in reserve. So funny to make chars :P

Player:Pariel
Name:Aly'ena Qin'dalasque

Race:Drowolath
Gender:Female
Age:65

Equipment:

-Clan outfit:
Fox Mask.
Four throwing Knives.
Rapier.
Powerstone.
Leather breast armor.
Reinforced boots.
Leather gloves.
Catsuit.
Coagulating Salve.
Bandage roll.
Scent marker (to call Xuile'solen).
Rope.
Ada pouch(20).

-Velkyn :

A charming, high quality dress.
Fine leather gloves.
High heel shoes.
Twin throwing knives hidden in the dress.
Fan.
Ada pouch(20).

-Miscellaneous:
A locker in the casino containing 100 Ada and spare clothes.
A small room with bed bunk in the fortress.

Magic:Light Illusions,Golem lock defusal.

Beginning city:Val'Raveran

Clan:Qin'dalasque

Background:

Aly'ena was born to a pleasure slave as part of the slave trade. The owner, having handled these kind of business for generations had bred out the undesirable flaws that could spoil the quality of the slaves, and thus the little Aly would be no exception.Like her mother, she would eventually become part of the stock. From before she could even learn what slavery was, she already was being indoctrinated in sheepisly obeying her masters and trying hard to keep them happy. To all effects, she learned to be the perfect, smart pet to be kept. As time passed, and Aly'ena's features begun to develop, her initial, menial tasks of bringing dishes and giving massages would shift to more mature ones.Her first time was with merely 30 years old, and even nowadays Aly'ena would deny to talk about it, for much fear she had.

Yet, even with the prying eyes of her breeder, Aly had been born with a flaw to be the perfect slave. Cunning. At first barely noticed, but as time passed and she grew up, her personality becoming more solid, it begun to become bolder and bolder. First an extra mushroom from the meal, then a pretty parfum, she began to steal all kinds of things while smiling inocently, in submission, using her looks to masquerade the fact she was a thief. Her master did not realized this, as she sold the now 35- year old, "ripe" Aly'ena to a small pleasure house in Raveran.

The new mistress of her was much more harsher than her breeder, with her tyrannical fist ordering all the pleasure slaves -male and female- alike to work into exhaustion and squeeze the last ounce of benefit from their backbreaking efforts. Aly,being from "special expensive stock" had to work the most, and cope with the abuses of the "veterans" who had developed a foul attitude out of sheer bitterness. And so, she put her secret skills to use, barely managing to not get caught while always filling the draconic money demands of her mistress.

But to all things comes an end, and Aly was finally caught.One of her customers managed to catch her while extracting the ada from his purse.Hastily, he dressed himself and warned the mistress, despite Aly's pleas not to do so. Resigned, she waited to be chastised by the now rushing owner, who had her punishing whip in her hand. To the girl's surprise, the offended customer halted her, and wished to buy Aly'ena, in a cryptic move. The owner, quickly seized the opportunity to give the problematic girl away, even so as to fall in an obvious barter with the would-be-new owner. After a quick exchange, and an amount of ada given, the ownership was transferred.

Aly couldn't help but look at her new master half grateful, half confused, while she wondered what would be his interest in buying such a sticky-fingers slave. As she was led out of the pleasure house, her gratitute began to wane, as she was being led into a dark alley, mysterious figures had begun to follow the couple. Shaking like a leaf, she obeyed her master, despite the frightening circumstances. It was then when he addressed her.

"Who would've thought that under such a pretty appearence, a sneaky mind would have taken place." He offered a smile, while stripping his left glove off, revealing a fox tattoo. Aly'ena yelped in surprise, staring back at the two figures that had been following them. Two Xuile'solen, the sightless creatures, dressed in clan's colours. She had heard of them, the clan of the fox, always everywhere, but nowhere to be found. And apparently she had tried to steal from one of its member. The naive drowolath paled, making a hasty apology that she didn't mean to steal from Qin'dalasque.

The man shook his head. "No need to apology. I've bought you precisely for that talent you've nurtured. You will not steal from us, but you will steal for us, now." He smirked, his smile akin to the fox."Even if you're just a pleasure slave, if you perform well you shall win your freedom. By the way, my name is Selem."

Dazed by the revelation, the young Aly'ena was escorted to the Qin'dalasque compound, the perspective of a new life in the clan of the fox leaving her in a state of grateful shock. Having been rescued from her poor life, she would swear allegiance to this clan from that same day. No matter how hard was for it the training. Sneaking, swordplay, knives... she quickly grasped every concept of it, proving Selem's right about her cunning.But more shocking revelations were about to come. While being taught a basic grasp of sorcery, her affinity for light, was found. Selem, grinning, prouder than ever for having spotted her, offered himself to be his sorcery teacher. She also learned from her owner the neccesary skill to fool golem locks.

Thirty years passed from that same event, in which Aly'ena was well educated into writing, sorcery and combat, with the purpose to serve the Qin'dalesque. And then, her trial came. She was to steal from her former mistress a certain money she had refuse to pay to the Qin'dalasque. While she was burning to plunge a dagger in the witch's heart for the short but intense punishment she had inflicted on hers, she put the clan's need before her own revenge. With her newfound skills and tools she passed the trial flawlessly, and she was recognized as a free member among her clan, now owning her own private room.

Afterwards, Aly'ena earned her own Vel'kyn while posing as a Casino knife-throwing girl. She also entered the swashbucklers reserve, should the clan need her fighting and infiltration skills.

Description:Of average stature (6' 0'')and striking features, Aly'ena cannot hide the fact she was bred with the purpose of being a pretty girl. Despite her being too curvy for sneaking, and too lean to be a good fighter, she has tried her best to train her body in such ways, learning to deal with the disadvantages of her body as well as her advantages. She keeps a shoulder length natural white hair, both in Velkyn and in her clan outfit. While in her velkyn, she wears dresses that accentuate her already good looking body, strategically showing her thighs and bosom. Her clan outfit is much less showy, as she tries to cover her assets as much to not be hindered by them. Her face whenever is shown is equally striking, with golden eyes who give her a foxy look. She has a two tailed fox tatoo in her right wrist.
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Re: Registration thread: Version 1.1

Postby Raknel » Wed Nov 12, 2008 4:30 pm

Hello this is my first time by Drowtale i hope we have a good time togehter .
I think the Story from Drowtale very complex and would therefore small beginns .
I try first with a man slaves and leave the things beginn to come......but i will probably by a drow obsessed with their charms and sacrificed their next best Divinty . *omfg*
....and sorry for my English i comming from germany please have patience with me .I try my best for good RP. *smallsmile*

Name : Itoh
Gender : male
Age : 23
Race : Human.... Good help me
Clan : For Highest price buy me ^^

Backround:

In human nature is obvious that the man never satisfied with te is what he has . Kingdoms conquered , subject peoples and power increase .With the mortality rate of the human existence die as well as his victorys . One of these people is Warlord via a small rich . The long war with his relatives , the country has divided and let it bleed .
The end of his era would come and everything he has built up to dust is .
The bitterness that he not from this cycle is not break out big. He looked for a solution and found it in his ancient scrolls of passengers . The Passenger described a country beings populated the deep inside the earth life . These entities that itself call "Drow" could with the power of their desire created every things and even death itself overcome .

Finally he saw an opportunity for things to change and how a phoenix from the ashes comming . he read by his spy master call .

Itohs master and his best students itoh listened the words of their shogun .
His task was simple . " Go and find the Mystical People what beneath the erath lives " The commands of the Shogun ( i dont now what the humans leader is King ? Emperor ? but the looking like japanes ) . While Itoh is a tranny spy and scout but how should they spy a people who can only from historybooks knows and not from humans is . He tried to the Shogun understanding to give the be impossible this city to find . But the Shogun allowed no objection , he wantet to the place of this city , he wanted their secrets , he wanted their knoledge and power to his empire expand .
Itohs Master knew that it was a Suicede Misson ...but the Shogun brook no Oppositon .

His Word is law.

The Master called five his expriencend shadowwarriors ( yeeh yeah i now but i call it not ninjas ) and gave them their Instrution . After old custom , ricewine was served and prayed to the Ancestors . Without having to take a look around they left their village that you never see again. Disguised as pilgrims and dealers they searched for traces in the sercret Drowcity should lead . Nobody knew something or was smart enough not to talk about . One Day , however , they ran into a ditribtor of from one Place knew where Drow would , even with them handles could .

Against Money were the next Day togehther with other peoples to ruins led , where the Drow always arise. On Night before their arrival had a bad felling itoh . It was running everything too glib and his friends felt the sa,e . Although all of them fine sense had nothing reject Hazard . It was middle in the night than itoh awoke . He heard no Sound not living...could be heard . It is a hungry lowered down the darknes every light dropped .Itoh and friends felt . never have you seen anything like this . demons must on work .The last thing itoh looked like their leaders disappered behinde the Hills ...you were sold . Red hungry Eyes stared at it from Darknes . They laughed as the crying of the farmers and traders started though .
The following Fight lika a Nigtmare.

People overun themselves as shadows like wolfs in uproar among Sheeps and on after the other in the Dark rapture . itoh killed two of the Shadows at least believes he, thier corpses couldnt find ...but her blood on his shortblad was real.
A servere Blow caugt Itohshead ..his world turns ...he shug hard on the ground and the latest on what he saw were faces look over him .

He didnt know how much time has passed but as he slowly from his gloomy nightmare awoke , he found himself on nen steps strange car. he was not alone other people difrent nations were with him .They were from Onis ( Itoh called so Monster ) on a gigantic gateway to driven the slow driven Opened .


Im dead...Im in hell ...?! asked Itoh
No... whsipering smooth Voice .... but close to..

He was captured by Human-Hunters and deep benath the earth abducted . The few who have tried courageos resitances or protest was killed immediatley and to the draft animals fed . Itoh know this methods very well and behaved co calm as possible .
The Hunters were only suppliers whose task was the Slavemasters with fresh meat to supply . Strong and young men were sold as workers , women and children were sold as servants , old and weak were pit meat .

One of these buyers was Lady Lumibads .




Charakter:

itoh is a quit person . The lessons learned by monitoring his situation assess an advantage . Stubborn attitude or behavior parochial approaches are no option for him .Trough his tranning survived the concequences of slavery but his gratest fear is what it all in this world will expect . Drow are a long time for him a higher race are cruelly and powerful are . During his captivity , he realizes and after the trut...

...Drows are just as their sins and errors as humans

This make him courag and the will live as out . He will try any resentment from Drows to see and tried to conceal that he was a spy of the shogun . He uses his techniques only in emergencies or to protect its owner .Itoh knows the women have the leadership and men less important ... but their deliberat sexuality is in very confusing *eek* ( i mean for him just naked neck sexy and then this ... ).

Itoh is a perfectionist , he tried things so often until thes flip . Does it still isnt he insultet lika a child . I combines useful skills with others ( like tradtional values and lifestyles from ninja...(NO black ninjas with fox tail and MEGA Karmehame-Blasts NOWAY ) ...
Example : Combatskill and sneak techniques use for the Hunt , Anatomy and herbalknowledges for cutting and cooking .

Itoh stil believes in this mission and its succes . Even if he is free , he would try in the drow society to etabish.
Itohs greatest Dream was to his tranning painter ...but in his tranning was keeps and enemy stocks that only thing he could sign .

Physical:

His warm brown eyey and soft face-look woul not expect that one tranny spy and scout could be. He have no piercings , great tatoos or other obviosness . With the exeption of small tatoo with his claninsignia between his butt baking (maybe its disgusting but usefull in order to expel ).
Usally he naturally athletic built but by the slavery is he emaciated (Drow-Food is disgusting ).He has black hair that he together with an headband .

Techniqs:

He is excellent with knives and other piercing weapons tranning .
Among other things , he is in Bunjakan Ninjutsu ( this style exist realy ) trained it on throws , lever and blows on vital points specialized .
These things he reinforced by knowledges of anatomy and herbalknowlegdes .

The fact that Drow heavy armed and use magic is his martial art through a though test.... but is strongest weapons are deguise and deception.
Besides his combat skills , he is an expert in encrypt messages and overcome obstacles. He has small knowledges of anatomy and herbal lore but loses the drow value.

Equipment:

First things he did his captivity concerned..

- a good balanced knife
- light clothers with hidden bags
- blank book for writing it
- hairneedle ( metal )
- bag with calc
- blind-powder hidden in tikkitikieggs
- Antidot and posion ... but only if its mora about flora and fauna this country knows
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Re: Registration thread: Version 1.1

Postby Alric » Thu Nov 13, 2008 5:05 am

Alright, here's the latest revision of my character sheet.
Name: Vithar "the Quarrelsome" Sarghress

Race: Drowolath

Age: 330

Equipment: Wears red Sarghress style plate armor; lorica segmata style breastplate, greaves/leggings, shoulderplates, vambraces/gauntlets, long mail shirt, and helm. Vambraces/gauntlets have a retractable golem shield in the left and a retractable blade in the right. Under that he wears a simple Mongol-style tunic, leggings and boots. He wears a necklace that has the symbol of a war deity and four wolf fangs around his neck. Over the armor he wears a wolf-fur cloak.
Weapons: Always carries a pugio dagger and a broadsword, named Steel-Adder, with him. Usually he carries a large scutum-style shield with two pilum-style javelins. The shield is painted red, features a boss in the center as well as the Sarghress clan symbol and the logo of his house. He often carries a naginata when on foot or on wolf-back. When on wolf-back he sometimes carries a composite recurve bow to harass enemies (instead of the naginata). He usually carries at least 25 ada with him on his person.
Other items when traveling:
Sleeping bag
Tent
Fire kit
2 extra sets of clothes
First Aid supplies
Watered-down ale and rations

Note: Vithar, being a member of the Sarghress cavalry corps, has access to a Dire wolf mount from the clan stables.

Magic: Fire sorcery

Starting place: Chel'el'sussoloth(?)

Clan: Val'Sarghress

Background:
Vithar is known as a prodigiously gifted mercenary captain who makes his way in the world solving the Sarghress's problems with the skillful application of force. He knows not to ask too many questions, and lives by one guiding principle: "everybody pays".

Born and raised near Chel by tough and salty nomadic hillbillies. He tended to be a juvenile delinquent when growing up, and first started showing signs of his sunny disposition at a young age, when he was out playing and some bully beat him. Rather than run away like a slapped bitch, Vithar picked up a nearby axe and slew his assailant with one swing, setting off a family feud that ended up killing half a dozen people. He claims that this is where his nickname "the Quarrelsome" originally came from. (Survey says: don't fuck with Vithar)

When he was old enough, he joined up with a raiding party that worked for a local house by the name of Bloodaxe. Once Vithar and the raiding group that he was with stopped by at the island estate of said clan at a gathering. They had a big-ass keg party fiesta, and everybody got more wasted than an alcoholic Irishman on St. Patrick's Day. To Lady Satha Bloodaxe's surprise, after everybody was stumbling around in a booze-induced stupor, Vithar was still asking for more ale. By all accounts, he had drank more than any one Bloodaxe had ever seen, and was still claiming to be thirsty. Finally, Satha Bloodaxe decided that the only way to keep Vithar from drinking her out of house and home was to poison some of his mead. Vithar figured out what Bloodaxe was up to and decided it would be a good idea to stick the pointy part of his sword all the way into Satha Bloodaxe's gut. This didn't sit well with the rest of the Bloodaxe clan, and if there's one thing common sense should teach you is that you should never, ever mess with people named "Bloodaxe." That night they sent soldiers after Vithar, and Vithar had to run off to escape being captured and killed.

Vithar couldn't get back to his boat, as there guards already stationed there. Vithar jumped into the frigid water and swam to a nearby island hoping to find another vessel to escape with. His search was unsuccessful, and to make matters worse, he saw a ship full of Bloodaxe goons headed to the same island. Vithar quickly hid and waited for the twelve soldiers to split up into search parties, leaving three behind to guard the ship. He snuck up and killed one of the sentries, and quickly dispatched the other startled guard as he turned to run off to warn the others. The third decided to escape and pushed off from the shore, but Vithar managed to pull him in with the rope anchoring the boat to shore and leapt onto it. A brief fight ensued, whence Vithar killed the third guard and quickly made his escape.

Some time later, Vithar and his clan were sacking dwarven settlements near Doebrim'linthel. Vithar and his men were ambushed by a large force and he was captured and imprisoned. The dwarves informed him that they would all be executed the following day. That night, while the dwarves were celebrating their victory in their lord's hall, Vithar managed to escape his bonds and freed his comrades. They liberated their weapons, looted the palace's treasury and then snuck outside with arms full of gold and silver. Vithar didn't feel quite right though. He told his companions to wait for him as he headed back inside the palace. Once inside, he barred all the exits to the dining hall except one, and then lit the place on fire, saying only "Since our hosts have shown such grateful hospitality, let us repay them in kind!" The dwarves who tried to escape the fire were cut down on the spot by Vithar and his raiders waiting outside the exit.(That's what happens when you fuck a stranger in the ass, Larry!)

Vithar moonlit as a debt collector for legitimate (and illegitimate) concerns, coercing debtors into payment through intimidation or force. Between jobs he partied as hard as he fought, and his life was a continuous cycle of filling then emptying his wallet - spending it on booze, gambling, and arms. After intermittent bouts of criminal mischief, he became a mercenary to feed his insatiable desire for anything fast and dangerous. It was here that he learned how to harness his affinity for fire sorcery, an ability much lamented by many throughout the underworld.

He had heard of the Val'Sarghress clan, a clan made up of former mercenaries and led by a mighty warrior and general named Quain'tana. Clearly, a clan that had risen up of nothing to one of the major powers in the Drow world must be looked kindly upon by the gods! His experience as a mercenary leader and nomadic raider (exactly the sort who the Sarghress ranks are composed of) eventually led him to be given a post as a field officer in the Sarghress cavalry.

The Sarghress training was harsh and brutal, conditions Vithar knew well. Superiors noted his tendency to take risky maneuvers and his intense loyalty to the Val'Sarghress cause. The training ultimately turned him from an unruly thug into a disciplined, loyal soldier.

A few months after Vithar joined the Sarghress, Quain'tana decided to invade a territory adjacent to Sarghress held lands; the ruler of that clan had refused to pay the Sarghress the annual tribute of 600 pounds of gold. The Sarghress killed everyone they could find and stole anything that wasn't bolted to the floor by six-inch nails, steel rivets and two tons of sold concrete. Vithar's cavalry unit were some of the first soldiers in. However, by the time they arrived to their designated area, there were no enemies in sight. They decided to pitch camp for the night, and Vithar and several soldiers stood guard whilst the others constructed fortifications and dug in. Suddenly, they were beset upon by a large band of pissed-off enemy warriors. Vithar and his men stood their ground and fought the attackers. They soon found themselves surrounded, but that only encouraged them to fight harder. Vithar's shield was destroyed, his armor dented, and he broke his naginata off in the body of one of the attackers. Vithar and his men managed to escape and return to camp, leaving several dead jackasses in their wake. Vithar begged forgiveness to his commander for losing much of his gear and for abandoning his post. However, Vithar was promoted to centurion for managing to hold off the enemy as long as he did.

Although the Sarghress stayed out of the Nidraa'chal war, they manned defensive positions to prevent overzealous Nidraa'chal or Sharen from trying to seize Sarghress territory in the chaos. The Sarghress legionaries did as they were ordered, but everyone pretty much shat a brick when they saw a large army of Nidraa'chal soldiers come marching towards Sarghress territory. Vithar suppressed his fear and whipped his men into mental shape and personally led the defenders into battle, saying "Having forgotten loyalty, my warriors, won't you at least hold your ground out of anger? Does it not shame you to be missing from the stack where slaughtered heroes lie?" Vithar's unit decided to dismount and form a shield wall with the heavy infantry to repel the Nidraa'chal attack.

The fighting was more brutal than a free for all backstage on some trash daytime talk show. Limbs were bing hacked off left and right, guys were being shot in the kidneys and eyes with arrows, and there was more blood than a crappy B-grade horror movie. During the battle, Vithar killed so many guys that he ran out of arrows and his sword became blunt, so he cut one guy's hand off with a single blow from his knife, and crushed another Nidraa'chal's skull with his sword's pommel. He was getting nailed from all sides during the fight – his helmet was destroyed, his shield was bristling with arrows, he was stabbed in the shoulder with a spear, hit in the thigh by a sword, and shot in the neck with a goddamned arrow. Amazingly, this served only to make him more pissed off, and he resumed with the asskickings. Finally, the loss of blood, shock, and exertion got to Vithar. He collapsed to his knees and struggled to stand. The Nidraa'chal, seeing this called for a cease-fire. The two Nidraa'chal leaders approached Vithar, demanding surrender. Vithar's response was to slash one of the Nidraa'chal's throat with a naginata and to cleave the other in half from shoulder to groin. At that point, Vithar passed out and his men pulled him away from the battle as fighting resumed. Vithar managed to survive, and was promoted again and his cohort was awarded double pay for life due for their valor.

Vithar's loyalty to his brothers in arms can often lead him into getting into fights on their behalf. Although Vithar does not relish killing, he accepts it as an inevitability of his actions and is ready to kill anybody who opposes the Sarghress' goals. Addicted to excessive violence, fire/explosives, and adrenaline-filled stunts, Vithar has a black sense of humor that sometimes shades into sadism, and is known to spout off witty one-liners and other pithy comments. He generally distrusts the tainted, thinking them to be either fools tempting unspeakable powers or those who would let their lust for power overcome their common sense, but he does not share the extreme antipathy shown by the Kyorl'Solenurn. Vithar generally dislikes people until they prove otherwise. Most Chel denizens (especially nobility) look upon him like they do most Sarghress; as crude, simplistic, violent, black broth eating, peasant noble-wannabes who speak with a nigh-unintelligible accent.

Vithar is an expert at hand to hand weapon based and unarmed combat, is skilled with a bow, and has knowledge of sorcery. He has been trained in field engineering, field command, and basic construction of fortifications and siege weapons.

Appearance: broad-shouldered, muscular, usual elven slanted eyes/high cheekbones, scarred face and body gives him a sinister appearance. Many of the scars have been turned into tattoos-he has a tattoo of the Sarghress insignia on his right shoulder.
Height: 6'2" (1.88 cm)
Weight: 210 lbs (95 kg)
Eyes: "volcanic" light blue eyes
Hair: shoulder length white hair

And now, Vithar on other clans:
Vel'Sharen: Worthy opponents, but their refusal to take us seriously shall be their undoing. Their leaders are hubris incarnate.

Val'Kyorl'solenurn: Fearsome and disciplined warriors, but their zealotry could prove to be a problem should we find ourselves fighting on the same side.

Vel'Vlozress: Madmen to the last one of 'em. They could very well be the greatest danger that Chel'el'sussoloth faces.

Val'Sulissin'rune: Hedonistic sodomites who drink to excess. Useful allies only if battle suddenly consists of fucking and drinking!

Val'Bel'drobaen: Are they still a political force? It appears to me that they have resigned themselves to their cruel fate and being forgotten by future generations.

Val'Ilhar'dro: I don't see much reason to bother with these harmless artisans. Leave them to philosophize about the nature of the soul, pick fresh daisies, recycling their sandals and trying to save the rainforests or some shit.

Val'Nal'sarkoth: They're the guys who go to the surface, right? They could tell us if there's any good stuff that we can take up there…

Favorite Tracks:
Slayer "Angel of Death"
In Flames "F(r)iend"
The Haunted "The World Burns"
Iced Earth "The Path I Choose"
Judas Priest "Painkiller"
Motorhead "Ace of Spades"
AC/DC "Thunderstruck"
The Sword "Iron Swan"
Celtic Frost "Ain Elohim"
Manowar "King of Kings"
Mastodon "Sleeping Giant"
Amon Amarth "With Odin On Our Side"
Sepultura "Inner Self"
Pantera "Mouth For War"
Iron Maiden "The Trooper"

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Re: Registration thread: Version 1.1

Postby django » Sun Nov 16, 2008 7:40 pm

Name: Trinita
Race: Drowolath
Sex: Male
Age: 73
Weapons: Long sword, 4 throwing axes strapped to his back, hand crossbow in a quick draw
holster and a hunting knife.
Armor: Form-fitting plate armor for long time wearing and a buckler straped to his left arm.
Other equipment: Back pack, 2 Medical kit, rations (at least 10), bed roll, water skin, wet stone, 40 ada most kept hidden atleast 20.
a hooded lantern (with enough oil for 10 hours), flint and steel and a bed roll.
Magic: Basic Mana Manipulation
Clan: Val'Sarghress
Beginning city: Chel'el'sussoloth

Background: Trinita Mother was a medical officer in the Val'Sarghress army, who often tasked for treating soldiers who suffered wounds and the like. His mother met his father after a training accident, I wasn’t love at first sight because his father would often get himself injured (with the help of his friends) so he had an exuse to go see her. After a few more of these visits they became lovers and had there first child, Trinita.

Trinita Grew up and was raised in the hospital, mostly because his mother wanted to raise him to become a doctor and spend time with him, and they didn’t have enough money to send him to the orthorbbae (didn’t mean they were poor). Growing up with people in pain disturbed Trinita a lot, enough that he wanted to help with anything he could, and He would run things for his mother and the like. Often his mother would find him feeding soldiers too weak to feed themselves. This brought a lot of respect from most soldiers hes helped, who appreciated it.

With his father in the Sarghress Heavy Infantry, he spent a lot of time on patrol and the time he did spend with Trinita (If he had the energy) he would train and teach the boy. Someday he would get a little too rough with him on sword practice than he meant but he made it up to him in the end, like taking him out to town and giving him snacks.

All this brough mixed feelings to Trinita growing up in a medical hospital and living in Val'Sarghress, He hated fighting because all it did was bring pain and suffering but he did believe strongly in protecting what is yours but he keeps this to himself.

Trinita met most of his childhood friends through helping his mother caring for one or both of the patents. He didn’t get to go out much and play, mostly because he was so caught up with caring for the wounded. His mother often force him out telling him she'll take care of them, at first this upset him because he felt devoted for them and felt like he failed them when he left. Other than that he led a normal childhood with friends out side the hospital.

It was becoming hard and gory life, he grieved for those he lost and was pleased for those he help save. Dealing with this much pain and even occasional death, made Trinita think harder of what he could do to help but his mother wouldn’t let him do the more serous work until he got older no matter how hard he pleaded.
Having a natural talent for treating wounds and sick plus years of experience made him very good at what he did. When he got older he would often be tasked in treating officers and other important like figures. This made him nervous because If he screw up a little that could mean the end of him.

His mother couldn’t be prouder for her son, But Trinita wanted to do more. He joined Highland Raiders to search and explore the world for new way of medicine. They where happy to add his skills to their ranks.

Thanks to his fathers training and advice, Training was tough but his teaching prepared him for most, expect for training with a wolf mount, which was a little challenging at first but he steadily got into it. After graduating from training he made his father mostly proud but would have preferred him following his father’s foot steps into the Heavy Infantry.

His first piece of action was also his first tour of the surface world. Nothing could describe the feeling Trinita felt seeing the blue skies and feeling the wind on his skin for the first time. He was in awe and felt what most new members went thought there first visit. When ever he had a chance he would collect plants and herbs and stored them in air sealed jars for further testing and research. He kept a journal of everything that happened so he had a record for further reference if something happened to him, hopefully not he told himself.
He ask his commander in chef and a few other trusted friends that would agree if something happened to him that this record would get back to his mother and the medical center. To his amaze all agreed but reassured him he'll be fine (In their seperate way). It shouldnt have surprised him, he was doing work that would benefit probably one day.

Trinita was a hard worker always finding something to do, checking wolfs and other problems.
A few weeks have passed quietly without incident until he was assigned to a scouting team sent ahead of the main group. It was a party of ten and they came across a cliffege with a roaring river bellow, looking for a safe way across for the main body.
Spending half a day not finding a suitable one, they started to head back but where ambushed along the river.
Riviils, and lots of them. Well armed and well trained, Trinita had to act quickly and didn’t pause for a second, thanks to all the training coming to play. They had the advantage of the high ground and the first strike, but Trinita and his comrade fought well and hard. Thanks partly to the wolves they held there grounds. Both sides where hit hard. They where ordered to fall back but as Trinita was helping a fallen comrade up onto his wolf, but a boulder knocked his wolf, his comrade and him off the cliff and into the river.

The roaring river smashed him against rocks and his armor drug him under the water.
He almost drowned but the river pushed him against the rocky shore and he dragged himself up, Battered but not broken (thanks to him armor). He got to his feet and saw his comrade on the other side on the shore, without thinking he swam to the other side, with difficulty but safely.
She lost her helmet and wasn’t breathing. Trinita feared for her life and had to act quickly
, throwing her chest plate off he began to breathe into her and push on her chest to push out the water. Several long moments passed and she coughed up the water and moaned lightly. He used his cloak as a bandage incase she suffered head trauma, He pulled here closer to the cliff edge in case the Riviil’s where above them.
Through out that day he could hear the Riviil’s speaking there strange tongue. He spent the long hours in silence listening for sighs of help or trouble. Tinita used what remain of his cloak as a pillow for his comrade and tried to keep her air way open so she didn’t choke on her tongue, this was the longest day of his life and the scariest.
It wasn’t until the next day that he head High Lander Riders Returning looking for the Riviil’s, Tinita called out and was soon rescued.
Returning to camp was a relief, putting on some dry clothes and a warm meal was more than he could ask for, many of his friends thought he was dead. He reported to his commander in chief about the incident after his meal and some rest. Tinita was told him
what happened and it grieved him that he couldn’t save his wolf, He thought he would
be punished for that but that wasn’t the case. The commander told him it wasn’t his fault, that things like this happen in battles and he told his that he could expect a commendation for his actions.
Tinita didn’t know what he was talking about at first but when he clued in all he could say was that he was doing his duty and he didn’t want anything in return. But he did ask the commander to return watching over her, he was granted permission and went back to work.

This incident made Trinita give a lot of respect of the over world and its dangers.
11 years have passed since then; Trinita became a seasoned worrier and an excellent healer. While on the surface he improved the herbs used for healing with plants on the surface, he keeps stacks of books filled with documents of plants and other things he learned while on the surface locked away.
Most of the wounded he has treated live on to fight another day, this includes the woman who he saves 11 years ago.

Description: Athletic build, his body shows few scars (one really bad one). His hair is
Short and trim so no one can grab his hair. He wears a buckler than a shield so he can use
His hand incase he has to treat someone. Almost always has a med kit with him.

Height: 5 ‘9’
Weight: 160
Eye color: Steel grey
Hair color: white
Personality: Trinita is almost always on the look out for danger as well as wounded allies to help, often kind but not gullible. Hard worker almost never not doing anything and sometimes goes days without rest just treating the wounded.
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Re: Registration thread: Version 1.1

Postby Thalar » Sun Nov 16, 2008 10:38 pm

Kit Katy:

Kit Katy wrote:With each attempt, his biological mother would claim that he wasn't trying hard enough or that he was a hopeless child.


Except you said that he was adopted into the Kriva household.. So by definition, that's not his biological mother.

You also don't say -how- he looks significantly different from the rest of his family. I really need to know. What makes him different enough that anyone would comment on it?

Are his parents actually alive? I need to know. It doesn't matter whether Julian knows or not, I have to know.

Kit Katy wrote:Though it's strange for males to wear skirts


It is not strange for males to wear skirts. In fact it is not uncommon for them to emulate a female style of dress.

Kit Katy wrote:Julian Kriva always carries around a simple broad sword that appeared to be hand crafted.


All items in this worldsetting are hand crafted. Just fyi.

Kit Katy wrote:He carries around a dud amulet. By dud, I mean a magic amulet that no longer works.


As far as we know, magic amulets do not exist.

Please repost correcting the issue about the adoptive/biological mother, explain why and how he looks significantly different from the others, and decide whether his parents are still alive or not, and I'll have another look :)

Refused.

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Pariel:

Pariel wrote:Leather breast armor.

Pretty sure you mean chest armor, but please correct me if I'm wrong.

This is pretty good, my only issue is with the golem lock defusal/fooling. If you want to open a golem lock you'll have to dispel it, and once that is done you may have to use lockpicks or other tools to force it open, depending on its construction.
Basic mana manipulation allows you the dispel ability, although you'd have to train with it in order to be good at it. Simple golems are much easier to dispel than complex ones.

Approved, on one condition. Your "golem lock defusal" works how I detailed it above, a combination of dispelling and tool-use. Please post to confirm this.

If that's not what you had in mind we'll have to figure something out in the Newbie School Thread.

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Raknel:

That's not bad! You say nothing about his childhood, but since we know basically nothing about the surface I'm gonna let it slide.
Remember that his skills, even if he has trained a long time as a human, are not as good as those of an adult drow.

Now on to the thing you have to change. A slave does not have any items. So you'll have to remove everything from your equipment list.

Take out the equipment list, and consider saying something about his childhood, then repost and I'll have another look :)

Refused.

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Alric:

Allright, two issues as I see it. One, there are no boats or islands to speak of in the Underworld. So that part has to be altered. And second, you mention Quain'tana, and that is just not done. No interactions with Kern's NPCs.

So please change those two paragraphs and I'll have another look.

Refused.

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django:

Very good!

Welcome to the DT Rpg :)

Approved.
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Re: Registration thread: Version 1.1

Postby Raknel » Mon Nov 17, 2008 12:26 am

Name : Itoh
Gender : male
Age : 23
Race : Human.... Good help me
Clan : For Highest price buy me

Backround:

In human nature is obvious that the man never satisfied with te is what he has . Kingdoms conquered , subject peoples and power increase .With the mortality rate of the human existence die as well as his victorys . One of these people is Warlord via a small rich . The long war with his relatives , the country has divided and let it bleed .
The end of his era would come and everything he has built up to dust is .
The bitterness that he not from this cycle is not break out big. He looked for a solution and found it in his ancient scrolls of passengers . The Passenger described a country beings populated the deep inside the earth life . These entities that itself call "Drow" could with the power of their desire created every things and even death itself overcome .

Finally he saw an opportunity for things to change and how a phoenix from the ashes comming . he read by his spy master call .

Itohs master and his best students itoh listened the words of their shogun .
His task was simple . " Go and find the Mystical People what beneath the erath lives " The commands of the Shogun ( i dont now what the humans leader is King ? Emperor ? but the looking like japanes ) . While Itoh is a tranny spy and scout but how should they spy a people who can only from historybooks knows and not from humans is . He tried to the Shogun understanding to give the be impossible this city to find . But the Shogun allowed no objection , he wantet to the place of this city , he wanted their secrets , he wanted their knoledge and power to his empire expand .
Itohs Master knew that it was a Suicede Misson ...but the Shogun brook no Oppositon .

His Word is law.

The Master called five his expriencend shadowwarriors ( yeeh yeah i now but i call it not ninjas ) and gave them their Instrution . After old custom , ricewine was served and prayed to the Ancestors . Without having to take a look around they left their village that you never see again. Disguised as pilgrims and dealers they searched for traces in the sercret Drowcity should lead . Nobody knew something or was smart enough not to talk about . One Day , however , they ran into a ditribtor of from one Place knew where Drow would , even with them handles could .

Against Money were the next Day togehther with other peoples to ruins led , where the Drow always arise. On Night before their arrival had a bad felling itoh . It was running everything too glib and his friends felt the sa,e . Although all of them fine sense had nothing reject Hazard . It was middle in the night than itoh awoke . He heard no Sound not living...could be heard . It is a hungry lowered down the darknes every light dropped .Itoh and friends felt . never have you seen anything like this . demons must on work .The last thing itoh looked like their leaders disappered behinde the Hills ...you were sold . Red hungry Eyes stared at it from Darknes . They laughed as the crying of the farmers and traders started though .
The following Fight lika a Nigtmare.

People overun themselves as shadows like wolfs in uproar among Sheeps and on after the other in the Dark rapture . itoh killed two of the Shadows at least believes he, thier corpses couldnt find ...but her blood on his shortblad was real.
A servere Blow caugt Itohshead ..his world turns ...he shug hard on the ground and the latest on what he saw were faces look over him .

He didnt know how much time has passed but as he slowly from his gloomy nightmare awoke , he found himself on nen steps strange car. he was not alone other people difrent nations were with him .They were from Onis ( Itoh called so Monster ) on a gigantic gateway to driven the slow driven Opened .


Im dead...Im in hell ...?! asked Itoh
No... whsipering smooth Voice .... but close to..

He was captured by Human-Hunters and deep benath the earth abducted . The few who have tried courageos resitances or protest was killed immediatley and to the draft animals fed . Itoh know this methods very well and behaved co calm as possible .
The Hunters were only suppliers whose task was the Slavemasters with fresh meat to supply . Strong and young men were sold as workers , women and children were sold as servants , old and weak were pit meat .

One of these buyers was Lady Lumibads .

Lady Lumibad hold nothing of this slaves as fodder for Pitfightger to waste and is therefore only servant from , with great succes .
Lady Lumibad has a good eye for slaves and recognized the Itoh a good investing is .
From now , he was one of Lumibads "children" . Lumibads right Hand , Milio'dariss ,has ensured that the slaves learn the Basics of drowlanguage and had inside the respect for Drowwomen with his Manawhip . The slaves have in many others things instructed to navigate drow society . Who left behind or the requirement was not important discarded ( Lumibad says: The good for the best the bad for the beast). Itoh was used in their foreign and of companies to adjust their practices .

Charakter:

itoh is a quit person . The lessons learned by monitoring his situation assess an advantage . Stubborn attitude or behavior parochial approaches are no option for him .Trough his tranning survived the concequences of slavery but his gratest fear is what it all in this world will expect . Drow are a long time for him a higher race are cruelly and powerful are . During his captivity , he realizes and after the trut...

...Drows are just as their sins and errors as humans

This make him courag and the will live as out . He will try any resentment from Drows to see and tried to conceal that he was a spy of the shogun . He uses his techniques only in emergencies or to protect its owner .Itoh knows the women have the leadership and men less important ... but their deliberat sexuality is in very confusing ( i mean for him just naked neck sexy and then this ... ).

Itoh is a perfectionist , he tried things so often until thes flip . Does it still isnt he insultet lika a child . I combines useful skills with others ( like tradtional values and lifestyles from ninja...(NO black ninjas with fox tail and MEGA Karmehame-Blasts NOWAY ) ...
Example : Combatskill and sneak techniques use for the Hunt , Anatomy and herbalknowledges for cutting and cooking .

Itoh stil believes in this mission and its succes . Even if he is free , he would try in the drow society to etabish.
Itohs greatest Dream was to his tranning painter ...but in his tranning was keeps and enemy stocks that only thing he could sign .


Itohs Childhood:

Itoh was as other Shadowwarriors villages born in secret by the world have been cut off . Itohs family was not like any other family . The whole villag is his family . Everyone was committed to the different and helpful . It binds the clan members and had their unconditional loyalty even to the shogun looms . Each Child was six in the custody of trainers given the from now on you to life than schadows designed to prepare .

The first five years they spent with heavy homework to strenghten their phyiscal ability and first secret characters were taught them the process of reading and writing . The penalties for the failure were tough . The children was also the price for vailire learned . For Itoh was hard time , other children to avoid him not get into target. He was a dreamer and although make progress was physical things bad. By the help of a benevolet use of the cooking over some things still thaught , learned Itho its task . Since these Days is perfectionst itoh in its tasks become .

...up their 10 years of age , the students for their education.
....now began her real tranning

They learned the Bunjakan Ninjutsu what in this village has been developed and were trained with weapons . In additon it this tranning were anatomy and herbalism , he trainned in secret language of the shadowworriers . Durings this time sortet the master the students on their abilities . They were allocated in groups later the Clan as Assassins , saboteur or spie who serve. Itho has a natural gift as a spy and was shown this high art from now on tranining .

At this time was changed his life . Each spy was educated a role that he later in this missons learn to play. Thes were artists , singer , craftsman , musican and even beloved their enemies . They did not only their role to play but to live . Much to the pleasure of itoh was his decision for him the role of the artist . The fire burned him in the first time in his life he did something not for his clan was good but for themselves . In six years grew Itoh beyond herself . he finished with alle requierments and top results from develoing into a promise a young talent go .

After these six years could in no draftsman in this village something more teach . He developed his own encryption technology in the form of pictures and words and his painted pictures reflect in the dojos . he was in Ninjutsu among his classmates respected and feared by knife . The masters were agreed that he time in the future , a head on a private group will be .

His successes were not without effect . A young teacher called iyomi loses her heart to their young students. Itoh told their feelings and for the first time he feels is a people really close. It was a secret relationship . not only the Iyome eight years older , sh was also his teacher and the granddaughter of the masters. Their relationship as they arise at the temple secretly newyear met . itoh will never forget this sight .

She stood before him their lightweight stature was in a long sleeve hidden dunes . They drew their Hairneelde out and its long black hair fell like a waterfall over your shoulder .She saw in the deep in his eyes as they their kimono opened and him off to the hips . Iyomis skin was impacted by the moonlight . Iyomis skin was participated in the splendour of the moon unblemished.If something itohs life was what he could not sign , then it was this moment. They comb on him and had him touch . As a sculptor of the something beautiful created has affected it your body . Then sank them both in a wild embrace and fell into frenczy of passion and love . From this time on met every week this temple to be to .

The next two years were among the most beautiful in this life , but this should be soon change . His successes and its fam could be jealous his classmates . They assumed him things accusing him he would try to iyomi about benefits to buy . There was no longer with him practice and his pictures were of unknown ruined . Iyomis question for help in the masters was denied . Was felt that a healthy provides the character . Itoh has once again been loner . As Iyomi became pregnant , ran over the barrel .

Iyomi was also the traget for suffering very Itoh and in the village told wild rumors about the two . Itoh was angry when he saw Iyomi suffer and was . Within a week injured three itohs classmates difficult . It happened when praticing , at home or on other matters . One of the three broke the in three places . he would never again be a shadow warriror . although everyone knew that there is no accidents could not have the students demonstrated the masters , he was the it .

From this time it was still around him . arond him . Young shadow learning their fear to oppress or to dominate . But this ruthless approach let it fall silent and let him alone . His only hope were painting and iyomis child . But on the date of birth there were problems . Blood filled the sheets of Iyomis bed and their cries did not stop . itoh was raged . There were three people needed to stop him . Itoh ran to the temple where ever met and bedded with the gods and brought them victims since .

This morning Iyomi days were so your child dead , a miscarrage told him . A deep void opens under itohs feet and swallow up him . Would a normal ioth village could he was born one day mourning and beginning new , but he was with his grief and rage alone. He was from the empty inside eaten and dropped in slowly into something else .

His bowl was afriendly young man , inwardly but it was an empty soul after one aim sought .

Avessel that the Master perfectly to fill did....




Physical:

His warm brown eyey and soft face-look woul not expect that one tranny spy and scout could be. He have no piercings , great tatoos or other obviosness . With the exeption of small tatoo with his claninsignia between his butt baking (maybe its disgusting but usefull in order to expel ).
Usally he naturally athletic built but by the slavery is he emaciated (Drow-Food is disgusting ).He has black hair that he together with an headband .


Techniqs:

He is excellent with knives and other piercing weapons tranning .
Among other things , he is in Bunjakan Ninjutsu ( this style exist realy ) trained it on throws , lever and blows on vital points specialized .
These things he reinforced by knowledges of anatomy and herbalknowlegdes .

The fact that Drow heavy armed and use magic is his martial art through a though test.... but is strongest weapons are deguise and deception.
Besides his combat skills , he is an expert in encrypt messages and overcome obstacles. He has small knowledges of anatomy and herbal lore but loses the drow value.

Current Equipment:

- slave collar
- sexy string tanga :D
- servant clothers
. eat sticks
- bad Food and water for one day
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Re: Registration thread: Version 1.1

Postby Pariel » Mon Nov 17, 2008 3:32 pm

Thalar wrote:Kit Katy:

Pariel:

Pariel wrote:Leather breast armor.

Pretty sure you mean chest armor, but please correct me if I'm wrong.

This is pretty good, my only issue is with the golem lock defusal/fooling. If you want to open a golem lock you'll have to dispel it, and once that is done you may have to use lockpicks or other tools to force it open, depending on its construction.
Basic mana manipulation allows you the dispel ability, although you'd have to train with it in order to be good at it. Simple golems are much easier to dispel than complex ones.

Approved, on one condition. Your "golem lock defusal" works how I detailed it above, a combination of dispelling and tool-use. Please post to confirm this.

If that's not what you had in mind we'll have to figure something out in the Newbie School Thread.



Yes,I understand. I approve that condition, it could not be otherwise. To sabotage devices you need to tamper with their build and have a basic knowledge of its inner workings. I just placed it under mana arts because it has a mana component in addition to physical tampering. And yes, it is meant to be a chest armor.
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Re: Registration thread: Version 1.1

Postby Alric » Tue Nov 18, 2008 3:59 am

Thalar wrote:Alric:

Allright, two issues as I see it. One, there are no boats or islands to speak of in the Underworld. So that part has to be altered. And second, you mention Quain'tana, and that is just not done. No interactions with Kern's NPCs.

So please change those two paragraphs and I'll have another look.

Refused.

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I'm not quite sure what you are referring to in the latter statement. Vithar has never met Quain'tana personally, he's not that far up in the chain of command.
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Re: Registration thread: Version 1.1

Postby Thalar » Tue Nov 18, 2008 11:54 am

Alric wrote:
Thalar wrote:Alric:

Allright, two issues as I see it. One, there are no boats or islands to speak of in the Underworld. So that part has to be altered. And second, you mention Quain'tana, and that is just not done. No interactions with Kern's NPCs.

So please change those two paragraphs and I'll have another look.

Refused.

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I'm not quite sure what you are referring to in the latter statement. Vithar has never met Quain'tana personally, he's not that far up in the chain of command.


It's not so much meeting Quain'tana as it is dictating her action. Both are forbidden. If you want a Sarghress to decide to expand some territory, have it be a De'vess of one of the houses that aren't mentioned in the comic.
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Re: Registration thread: Version 1.1

Postby Alric » Wed Nov 19, 2008 5:12 am

Name: Vithar "the Quarrelsome" Sarghress

Race: Drowolath

Age: 330

Equipment: Wears red Sarghress style plate armor; lorica segmata style breastplate, greaves/leggings, shoulderplates, vambraces/gauntlets, long mail shirt, and helm. Vambraces/gauntlets have a retractable golem shield in the left and a retractable blade in the right. Under that he wears a simple Mongol-style tunic, leggings and boots. He wears a necklace that has the symbol of a war deity and four wolf fangs around his neck. Over the armor he wears a wolf-fur cloak.
Weapons: Always carries a pugio dagger and a broadsword, named Steel-Adder, with him. Usually he carries a large scutum-style shield with two pilum-style javelins. The shield is painted red, features a boss in the center as well as the Sarghress clan symbol and the logo of his house. He often carries a large battle axe when on foot alone (as being in close formation usually prevents the use of such weapons) or on wolf-back. When on wolf-back he sometimes carries a composite recurve bow to harass enemies. He usually carries at least 25 ada with him on his person.
Other items when traveling:
Sleeping bag
Tent
Fire kit
2 extra sets of clothes
First Aid supplies
Watered-down ale and rations

Note: Vithar, being a member of the Sarghress cavalry corps, has access to a Dire wolf mount from the clan stables.

Magic: Fire sorcery

Starting place: Chel'el'sussoloth(?)

Clan: Val'Sarghress

Background:
Vithar is known as a prodigiously gifted mercenary captain who makes his way in the world solving the Sarghress's problems with the skillful application of force. He knows not to ask too many questions, and lives by one guiding principle: "everybody pays".

Born and raised near Chel by tough and salty nomadic hillbillies. He tended to be a juvenile delinquent when growing up, and first started showing signs of his sunny disposition at a young age, when he was out playing and some bully beat him. Rather than run away like a slapped bitch, Vithar picked up a nearby axe and slew his assailant with one swing, setting off a family feud that ended up killing half a dozen people. He claims that this is where his nickname "the Quarrelsome" originally came from. (Survey says: don't fuck with Vithar)

When he was old enough, he joined up with a raiding party that worked for a local house by the name of Bloodaxe. Once Vithar and the raiding group that he was with stopped by at the island estate of said clan at a gathering. They had a big-ass keg party fiesta, and everybody got more wasted than an alcoholic Irishman on St. Patrick's Day. To Lady Satha Bloodaxe's surprise, after everybody was stumbling around in a booze-induced stupor, Vithar was still asking for more ale. By all accounts, he had drank more than any one Bloodaxe had ever seen, and was still claiming to be thirsty. Finally, Satha Bloodaxe decided that the only way to keep Vithar from drinking her out of house and home was to poison some of his mead. Vithar figured out what Bloodaxe was up to and decided it would be a good idea to stick the pointy part of his sword all the way into Satha Bloodaxe's gut. This didn't sit well with the rest of the Bloodaxe clan, and if there's one thing common sense should teach you is that you should never, ever mess with people named "Bloodaxe." That night they sent soldiers after Vithar, and Vithar had to run off to escape being captured and killed.

Some time later, Vithar and his clan were sacking dwarven settlements near Doebrim'linthel. Vithar and his men were ambushed by a large force and he was captured and imprisoned. The dwarves informed him that they would all be executed the following day. That night, while the dwarves were celebrating their victory in their lord's hall, Vithar managed to escape his bonds and freed his comrades. They liberated their weapons, looted the palace's treasury and then snuck outside with arms full of gold and silver. Vithar didn't feel quite right though. He told his companions to wait for him as he headed back inside the palace. Once inside, he barred all the exits to the dining hall except one, and then lit the place on fire, saying only "Since our hosts have shown such grateful hospitality, let us repay them in kind!" The dwarves who tried to escape the fire were cut down on the spot by Vithar and his raiders waiting outside the exit.(That's what happens when you fuck a stranger in the ass, Larry!)

Vithar moonlit as a debt collector for legitimate (and illegitimate) concerns, coercing debtors into payment through intimidation or force. Between jobs he partied as hard as he fought, and his life was a continuous cycle of filling then emptying his wallet - spending it on booze, gambling, and arms. After intermittent bouts of criminal mischief, he became a mercenary to feed his insatiable desire for anything fast and dangerous. It was here that he learned how to harness his affinity for fire sorcery, an ability much lamented by many throughout the underworld.

He had heard of the Val'Sarghress clan, a clan made up of former mercenaries and led by a mighty warrior and general named Quain'tana. Clearly, a clan that had risen up of nothing to one of the major powers in the Drow world must be looked kindly upon by the gods! His experience as a mercenary leader and nomadic raider (exactly the sort who the Sarghress ranks are composed of) eventually led him to be given a post as a field officer in the Sarghress cavalry.

The Sarghress training was harsh and brutal, conditions Vithar knew well. Superiors noted his tendency to take risky maneuvers and his intense loyalty to the Val'Sarghress cause. The training ultimately turned him from an unruly thug into a disciplined, loyal soldier.

A few months after Vithar joined the Sarghress, a sub-house decided to invade a territory adjacent to their lands; the ruler of that clan had refused to pay the Sarghress the annual tribute of 600 pounds of gold. The Sarghress killed everyone they could find and stole anything that wasn't bolted to the floor by six-inch nails, steel rivets and two tons of sold concrete. Vithar's cavalry unit were some of the first soldiers in. However, by the time they arrived to their designated area, there were no enemies in sight. They decided to pitch camp for the night, and Vithar and several soldiers stood guard whilst the others constructed fortifications and dug in. Suddenly, they were beset upon by a large band of pissed-off enemy warriors. Vithar and his men stood their ground and fought the attackers. They soon found themselves surrounded, but that only encouraged them to fight harder. Vithar's shield was destroyed, his armor dented, and he broke his axe head off in the body of one of the attackers. Vithar and his men managed to escape and return to camp, leaving several dead jackasses in their wake. Vithar begged forgiveness to his commander for losing much of his gear and for abandoning his post. However, Vithar was promoted to centurion for managing to hold off the enemy as long as he did.

Although the Sarghress stayed out of the Nidraa'chal war, they manned defensive positions to prevent overzealous Nidraa'chal or Sharen from trying to seize Sarghress territory in the chaos. The Sarghress legionaries did as they were ordered, but everyone pretty much shat a brick when they saw a large army of Nidraa'chal soldiers come marching towards Sarghress territory. Vithar suppressed his fear and whipped his men into mental shape and personally led the defenders into battle, saying "Having forgotten loyalty, my warriors, won't you at least hold your ground out of anger? Does it not shame you to be missing from the stack where slaughtered heroes lie?" Vithar's unit decided to dismount and form a shield wall with the heavy infantry to repel the Nidraa'chal attack.

The fighting was more brutal than a free for all backstage on some trash daytime talk show. Limbs were being hacked off left and right, guys were being shot in the kidneys and eyes with arrows, and there was more blood than a crappy B-grade horror movie. During the battle, Vithar killed so many guys that he ran out of arrows and his sword became blunt, so he cut one guy's hand off with a single blow from his knife, and crushed another Nidraa'chal's skull with his sword's pommel. He was getting nailed from all sides during the fight – his helmet was destroyed, his shield was bristling with arrows, he was stabbed in the shoulder with a spear, hit in the thigh by a sword, and shot in the neck with a goddamned arrow. Amazingly, this served only to make him more pissed off, and he resumed with the asskickings. Finally, the loss of blood, shock, and exertion got to Vithar. He collapsed to his knees and struggled to stand. The Nidraa'chal, seeing this called for a cease-fire. The two Nidraa'chal leaders approached Vithar, demanding surrender. Vithar's response was to slash one of the Nidraa'chal's throat and to cleave the other in half from shoulder to groin with his axe. At that point, Vithar passed out and his men pulled him away from the battle as fighting resumed. Vithar managed to survive, and was promoted again and his cohort was awarded double pay for life due for their valor.

Vithar's loyalty to his brothers in arms can often lead him into getting into fights on their behalf. Although Vithar does not relish killing, he accepts it as an inevitability of his actions and is ready to kill anybody who opposes the Sarghress' goals. Addicted to excessive violence, fire/explosives, and adrenaline-filled stunts, Vithar has a black sense of humor that sometimes shades into sadism, and is known to spout off witty one-liners and other pithy comments. He generally distrusts the tainted, thinking them to be either fools tempting unspeakable powers or those who would let their lust for power overcome their common sense, but he does not share the extreme antipathy shown by the Kyorl'Solenurn. Vithar generally dislikes people until they prove otherwise. Most Chel denizens (especially nobility) look upon him like they do most Sarghress; as crude, simplistic, violent, black broth eating, peasant noble-wannabes who speak with a nigh-unintelligible accent.

Vithar is an expert at hand to hand weapon based and unarmed combat, is skilled with a bow, and has knowledge of sorcery. He has been trained in field engineering, field command, and basic construction of fortifications and siege weapons.

Appearance: broad-shouldered, muscular, usual elven slanted eyes/high cheekbones, scarred face and body gives him a sinister appearance. Many of the scars have been turned into tattoos-he has a tattoo of the Sarghress insignia on his right shoulder.
Height: 6'2" (1.88 cm)
Weight: 210 lbs (95 kg)
Eyes: "volcanic" light blue eyes
Hair: shoulder length white hair

And now, Vithar on other clans:
Vel'Sharen: Worthy opponents, but their refusal to take us seriously shall be their undoing. Their leaders are hubris incarnate.

Val'Kyorl'solenurn: Fearsome and disciplined warriors, but their zealotry could prove to be a problem should we find ourselves fighting on the same side.

Vel'Vlozress: Madmen to the last one of 'em. They could very well be the greatest danger that Chel'el'sussoloth faces.

Val'Sulissin'rune: Hedonistic sodomites who drink to excess. Useful allies only if battle suddenly consists of fucking and drinking!

Val'Bel'drobaen: Are they still a political force? It appears to me that they have resigned themselves to their cruel fate and being forgotten by future generations.

Val'Ilhar'dro: I don't see much reason to bother with these harmless artisans. Leave them to philosophize about the nature of the soul, pick fresh daisies, recycling their sandals and trying to save the rainforests or some shit.

Val'Nal'sarkoth: They're the guys who go to the surface, right? They could tell us if there's any good stuff that we can take up there…

Favorite Tracks:
Slayer "Angel of Death"
In Flames "F(r)iend"
The Haunted "The World Burns"
Iced Earth "The Path I Choose"
Judas Priest "Painkiller"
Motorhead "Ace of Spades"
AC/DC "Thunderstruck"
The Sword "Iron Swan"
Celtic Frost "Ain Elohim"
Manowar "King of Kings"
Mastodon "Sleeping Giant"
Amon Amarth "With Odin On Our Side"
Sepultura "Inner Self"
Pantera "Mouth For War"
Iron Maiden "The Trooper"

Time: U.S. Eastern Standard Time
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Re: Registration thread: Version 1.1

Postby AthenAltena » Sat Dec 06, 2008 6:36 pm

Here's my first go at a character. I'm sort of speculating on some parts of the Sullisin'rune since we haven't seen too much of them yet.

Name: Athen’Altena Sullisin’rune

Race: Drowolath

Age: 34

Equipment: Fan (with steel tips for close combat), cloak, wallet, quill, paper, glasses (see below), a few gemstones to store mana, generally carries about 50 ada somewhere on her person

Magic: Air affinity (hence the fan), weak empathy (she can sense general discomfort but not much else)

Beginning City: Chel'el'sussoloth

Clan: Sullisin’rune subhouse

Background: Athen was born as the second daughter into a small Sullisin’rune subhouse, and is not technically a Val (though she's continually attempting to earn the designation for her house). She was raised by her eldest sister Sara’jime, who instilled in her a sense of loyalty the clan and a willingness to do whatever it takes to get her way. Her bloodline has a tendency for insanity, so she was closely watched until the time she went to Orthorbbae, but as of yet it hasn’t manifested. Because she’d been raised almost exclusively in the Sullisin’rune compound she was unprepared for the real world and the streets of Chel, and spent a good part of her time at school overwhelmed and afraid to come out her room. She spent most of her time studying history and politics and had a decent academic record. Eventually she left the school and went to work for the clan, and currently she’s a low level envoy and political manipulator responsible for getting information and maintaining relationships with the other smaller clans.

She has been blind in her left eye (the blue one) since birth, and the glasses she wears, which were a gift from a Jaal’darya schoolmate, make up for the fact that she doesn’t have great depth perception by splitting the vision in her good eye between the two lenses. As such without them she’s very vulnerable on her left side and relies mostly on kicks for self-defense, and for the most part she tries to avoid combat.

Description:
Hair: Light blue long hair (dyed, but don’t tell anyone)
Height: 5’9”
Eyes: one gold (right) and one blue (left)
Appearance (see icon): She consciously cultivates the image of a noble lady and is meticulous about her appearance. She tends not to go overboard on jewelry (gold earrings and a red gem pendant on her forehead) but she does make an effort to incorporate her clan colors into everything she wears.

Personality: Like most Sullisin’rune she is inclined to wait and observe before acting, and much of her strategy occurs behind the scenes. She often lets people think that she is weak (especially due to her handicap) but she uses this in order to surprise them later. Though she usually acts friendly and considerate she has a tendency to manipulate others for future use, and there’s a level of ruthlessness that’s usually not visible under a sharp wit that she brings out when things aren't going her way. She also has a tendency to blindly follow orders from her higher ups without thinking them through, and often times doesn’t really think about what she’s being asked to do. She is terrified of Ash'waren and used to guarding her thoughts because of the observation she was under in the Sullisin'rune compound.
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Re: Registration thread: Version 1.1

Postby Thalar » Thu Dec 11, 2008 10:35 am

Small update so you don't think I left entirely. I have been studying for my last exam, then woke up with a fever today, so unfortunately the reviews will have to be delayed until the fever is gone. Hopefully no longer than over the weekend. Having a hard time thinking right now :V
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