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[mission0]

Hopefully in my fight with the wyrms I didn't use more power than I had said. Wimdit's rp of our encounter was spot perfect as well.

Now I guess I will have to start memorizing names of people.

edit:Well Virex added a nice twist to the story, and hear I am unconscious due to exhaustion...

edit edit: I just realized I used more than one vernacular in here... "Spot perfect", haven't heard that one before.

[Poltifar]

So when do we start? Or did we start already? I'm confused.

EDIT: Well dammit, I found the main post. Someone COULD HAVE POSTED something about it in this thread, or atleast changed the first post of this thread with a link to it



EDITEDIT: Kashyyk, I'm not sure you definitely joined the game since your post about your race is incomplete, so PM me if you want me to 'find/interact with' your cities on my way to wherever I'm going.

[Naze]

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

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Symbol: Z z

Spoiler: Deity (click to show/hide)

Scyr, a weakened god, he takes the form of a frail old elf, his skin stained by the effects of age, and his movements slow yet decisive, his eyes hold a knowledge as unearthly as his followers.

Spoiler: Race (click to show/hide)

Elves, they stand roughly a head taller then humans, they all have black hair, the men usually having short hair or are bald, the females have shoulder length hair.

Spoiler: Civilization (click to show/hide)

The elves are slightly xeno-phobic, often trying to convert those who come to them to Scyr, but they let their faith go when dealing with potential allies and trade-assets.

The elves that worship Scyr are divided into 9 houses. These houses are each autonomous bodies which govern themselves, their names are as follows, listed with their names are the sections of Scyr's Military associated with them

Keryth   Dawnguard Sentinels   
Belath   Seekers      
Leshere   Dawnguard Sentinels   
Silath   House Riflemen      
Hakar   Dawnguard Invictors   
Shyeel   Battle Mages   
Ravan   Dawnguard Invictors   
Vaarn   Soulless   
Scient   Dawnguard Invictors

Battle Mages
Battle Mages of the elves wield the terrible powers of the arcanik, the lifeblood of Scyr, through his blessings they harness his divine might through gauntlets to use against those who stand against the unified houses. Their gauntlets are crafted in an unknown fashion and each fallen battle mage is recovered so that his harnessing equipment can be handed down to another battle mage who has earned the honor of bearing them.



Dawnguard Invictors
The Dawnguard Invictors represent the elite of the Dawnguard, they hold the front-line in defence of their home and form the spear to annihilate their enemies, they wield long, thin blades in sharp contrast to their sentinel brethren. These use these weapons with unnatural grace and agility, each taking on as many opponents as he feels able to.



Dawnguard Sentinels
The Dawnguard Sentinels represent the backbone of the Elven Houses, they are the grunt infantry and the police force, they wield large swords, seeking to crush their enemies with their weight of numbers. They wear heavy-plate armor and forsake shields.



House Riflemen
The riflemen form the long-reaching line for the armies abroad. They wield heavy rifles capable of deliviering punishing firepower against armies that so greatly outnubmer them. Rather than haphazardly firing into the enemy, a rifleman is trained to take careful aim and regard each trigger pull as a prospective kill.



Seekers
The seekers are the long-reaching arm of Scyr, they are trained to survive in enemy territory and in hostile terrain, they serve as the assassins and spies of Scyr as well as able-bodied warriors. They wield light-swords and crossbows.



Soulless
The house of Vaarn was cursed when it fell from Scyr's grace, one in every two children born is born soulless, the forsaken children of Scyr who move as machines and stare-blank eyed as they move with precision and lethality.



The Magic the battle mages harness is not really magic but instead part of the reason that has lead to Scyr's demise, he grants each of his mages a piece of his divinity for them to perform wondrous deeds in his name.

The elves use heavy plate armor, a generic mix-and-match set which allows lighter half-plate armor and thin strap armor as well as the cumbersome Dawnguard plate.

The elves also possess gunpowder technology, tho soley in the House Silath, where they produce limited numbers of rifles to give to their House Riflemen.

Spoiler: Artifacts (click to show/hide)

The Divine Testament of Scyr
A book written by the first prophet of Scyr, Nausa, this was the book that lead to the mass-conversion of the elves to Scyr as well as the death of any elves who refused to convert, it's bloody and glorious past brings awe to the eyes of the worshippers of Scyr who look upon it's worn pages and fills them with a fanatical fervour.

The Bright-Lance
A weapon crafted from metals soaked in holy water for 1500 years, this lance glows with a divine radiance that guides the path of the Dawnlord when he enters battle, it's aim ever-true it is a treasured relic of the Dawnguard.

Spoiler: Cities of Importance (click to show/hide)

Eska, Home of Retribution
The final resting place of the followers of Scyr, this is the home of the last slivers of the Elven houses and bastion of their faith.

Spoiler: Heroes (click to show/hide)

Dawnlord Nayl, Blade of Retribution
The commander of the Dawnguard, the Dawnlord Nayl serves as the primary commander of the Elves, he is willing to do anything in his power to gain honor and spread the word of Scyr.

Profiles to come for these

Spoiler: History/Interaction (click to show/hide)

To come

[Pandarsenic]

So if Archangel doesn't respond for RP, assume we open a fissure in the ice below him and leave him buried in the pit.

[Archangel]

So if Archangel doesn't respond for RP, assume we open a fissure in the ice below him and leave him buried in the pit.

Reply coming.

As for Basalem crossing the water, people have swum across the Bass Straight, which is 240 km or ~150 miles, and he has had more than a thousand years to practice, so that's not an issue.

[NUKE9.13]

So if Archangel doesn't respond for RP, assume we open a fissure in the ice below him and leave him buried in the pit.

Reply coming.

As for Basalem crossing the water, people have swum across the Bass Straight, which is 240 km or ~150 miles, and he has had more than a thousand years to practice, so that's not an issue.

Not that this issue really bothers me, but when people go swimming over long distances of open water, they usually (always) have support boats that follow them in case shit goes wrong, and have preceding the challenge fed up on high energy foods, and after the challenge are sent to hospitals to recuperate.
Just, like, FYI.

[Archangel]

So if Archangel doesn't respond for RP, assume we open a fissure in the ice below him and leave him buried in the pit.

Reply coming.

As for Basalem crossing the water, people have swum across the Bass Straight, which is 240 km or ~150 miles, and he has had more than a thousand years to practice, so that's not an issue.

Not that this issue really bothers me, but when people go swimming over long distances of open water, they usually (always) have support boats that follow them in case shit goes wrong, and have preceding the challenge fed up on high energy foods, and after the challenge are sent to hospitals to recuperate.
Just, like, FYI.

Well, he is more than one and a half thousand years old, so that's a much weaker argument. And he's walking through a land of ice while wearing only light clothes.

[Akroma]

notice:

when a player fails to post for 2 turns in a row, this race will be considered NPC until the player in question decides to grace us with his presence again.

all players have the right to interact with NPC civ in any way they see fit, as long as it is within reasonable bounds.
don't worry, I will make sure they don't treat them way out of character, but I won't stop them from exploiting your civ like renewable resource either.

while a race is NPC, interaction with other players IS canon. meaning that when you pick the game up again, you will have to deal with whatever bullshit the other players produced. why yes, this is the quickest way to thralldom

[Archangel]

You've put Basalem a tile too far Northwest, he stopped on the coast.

[mission0]

Figure a slight explanation of my recent rp is needed before anyone gets upset. This is a character from botg4 and a bit from 5 that I never got to flesh out because of my own stupidity. So here he is... somewhat.

Not much is explained in this rp and it is meant that way.

edit: Tips on how to improve my rp are welcomes, I'm a shaky writer at best and would like to get better. Currently my rp looks like he is rushing through his thoughts when they are supposed to be slower.

[Archangel]

Sorry for this but you've still got Basalem's position wrong. He's one down I think.

EDIT: Look at the map I posted. That's where he is.

[NUKE9.13]

I have a game-joining story. If allowed in, this will also be my action this turn. If not, none of it is canon.

Spoiler (click to show/hide)

In a dark corner of the BOTG shoppe, a god in a bright jester's outfit sits at a small table, investigating a small game piece.
"Spare a follower, sir?"
The god looks up. A god in tattered clothing is holding a hand out to him.
"Oh, sure. Jesters can't be choosers"
He takes a pinprick of light from a pocket and hands it to the god. (And on a far away world, a down-on-his-luck entertainer turns to begging to make a living)
"Thankee kindly, sir"
"Not at all. Say, what do you think of this piece?"
He holds it up to the light. Carved out of a milky substance (ivory, perhaps, or marble), is a group of orcs (stronger, taller, less intelligent sharp-teethed humanoids) and a ramshackle cart with mismatched wheels, piled with sacks and weapons. The orcs are all brandishing their mismatched weapons, apart from a female orc who is sitting on the cart and an older male orc who is holding a standard. A banner flies from the standard, inscribed with a flame.
The beggar god looks at the piece closely.
"Why, it is a masterpiece! You can see every detail!"
"Yes, I have spent a while working on it."
"What manner of orcs are they, if I may ask?"
"They are fire orcs from the planet Yrth. They have the ability to spontaneously combust, you know. Well, ability, more like feature. It happens involuntarily when exited. Good thing they're fire-proof or they wouldn't breed, if you know what I mean!"
The beggar smiled grimly at the joke.
"Ah, to have control over men as those again", he sighed.
The jester's face broke into a wide smile.
"Well, today is your lucky day! It just so happens that I was looking for someone to watch over these little tykes as they have some fun."
"Ah, but all my worshippers are beggars. And that piece is no beggar. I can't have both, and frankly, I'd rather stick with the followers I have. That piece can't be more than a hundred souls."
"Pish posh. I know a bandit god who owes me some souls. I'll replace every follower you have, and you get these guys. All you have to do is keep them safe, they know what to do themselves. Just wiggle the odds in their favour now and then"
"Hmmn. Your offer is intriguing... so what's the catch? I know better than to trust a god dressed as a jester!"
"The catch is that I have a game to play in a while. I have an entire nation to lead, I can hardly watch over these folks as well. But I also cannot resist stirring up that game over yonder."
The beggar followed the jester's gaze. Several gods were sitting around a table. A bird-like sun god was shouting at a similar moon god, indicating a blackened moon angrily.
"Why that game?"
"Because the gods left it for a thousand years. It is special."
"A thousand year old game? How am I going to get a troupe of bandits in there?"
"I'll deal with that. So. Will you take them?"
"..."


Julius awoke with a start. Crap, he had fallen asleep on sentry duty. Well, no one had noticed and he was still alive, so no harm done.
Hold up. Why is it so dark.
He looked round. The first thing he noticed was that the moon, which had been high in the sky when he started his shift, had gone, and the night was dark, and cold.
The second thing he noticed was that the ground beneath his feet was not forest mulch but a burnt mess. The third and final thing he realised before panicking was that the trees around the campsite were no longer verdant broadleaves but spiny evergreens.
"MAGIC ATTACK" he bellowed. He burst into flame as he jumped up and grasped his poleaxe in both hands. He fought down the flames (An exited warrior at night, as he had often been reminded, is called a sitting duck), and looked round for enemies. Finding none he rushed towards the sleeping tents and repeated the alarm. He saw the other sentry, Idicenus doing the same on the other side of the camp. He ran towards him.
"I fell asleep, what happened?" Idicenus asked.
"Dammit, I was going to ask you the same!" he replied.
"Must've enchanted the camp to sleep before casting the spells!"
A bleary-eyed Marcus emerged from the central tent, blazing fiercely. Archers commanded no fear from an orc of his strength; His skin had long since been baked into a tough natural armour. He was holding his sword as if ready to strike out in an instant; one did not stay leader for long without being ready to fight whenever necessary.
"Julius!" he roared over the increasing noise as the camp awoke. "What happened?"
"Don't know sir!" Julius replied "Magic'd to sleep before the attack!"
"Dammit! Idicenus, go get Emicia!"
Before Idicenus could move, however, the shaman came running up, carrying her staff. She burnt with a multicoloured fire. No arrows could pierce that anyway.
"Julius! What happened?" she asked.
"They don't know, Emicia!" Marcus interrupted. "They were asleep!"
"By the enternal fire, you numskulls!" she yelled. "Sleeping on sentry duty! Gaah! Well, don't just stand there, go and get my equipment!"
As the two grunts ran off she waved her staff a few times and muttered under her breath.
"And? How bad is it?" Marcus asked her.
"It is either very bad, terrible, or nothing" she said. "And it isn't nothing. And seeing as no one is dead yet, I doubt it is very bad"
"What then?"
"No regular magic detected." she whispered. "This.. is an act of the gods"

A god dressed as a jester approaches the table.
"Excuse me. I heard that this game had stood alone for a thousand years? May I just say that that level of negligence is wonderful to see! Honestly, these days it's all about crafted scenarios; a proper bit of raw history is just so rare!"
The jester continued to chat until all the gods were watching him. When he was sure that no one was watching the board, he flicked the piece onto it. The piece tumbled through the air onto the table, where it righted itself on a small patch of forest. Then it flickered and faded from view.
After chatting for a while longer, he left the table, no one the wiser.
Operfu, recently instated god of bandits, sat in the shadows near the table, watching the piece only he could see.

When the piece had flown through the air towards the table, it had also sped through the atmosphere of the world. When it the table, the piece hit a section of forest, making a small crater. When it righted itself, the piece grew to life size and coloured itself in. When the piece dissapeared on the table, it too disappeared, leaving the camp that the Ignited Bandits had made the night before, on a different world.

To clarify:
Race: Fire Orcs. Humanoids with thick, dark skin with a reddish tint. They burn when exited. They are slightly taller than humans (say, 1.80m average), and of a slightly heavier build. They have fangs. They do not have hair. They are carnivores. They are of a more aggressive and less intelligent mentality than humans, as befits their build. They can in a pinch
God: Operfu. Was god of beggars. Before that, who knows? (It's not important) Now god of bandits. He is not available for contact. He will only make his presence felt if the Ignited Bandits are in big trouble.
Peoples: The Ignited Bandits were a greatly and justly feared presence on the world of Yrth. They raided rich trade routes, outran armies, and bought and subsequently freed thousands of enslaved fire orcs, and generally got in the way of the Namorian empire.
They are a small, tightly nit group, of three score orcish warriors, honed in the art of banditery. They are currently led by Marcus, an experienced warrior who is pretty much the perfect leader for the group. He knows when to fight and when to run away, and he knows how to pawn phat lewt, and he knows how to buy slaves, escort them to safe havens, and release them. Anything else, in his mind, is unimportant. The group's entire magical capability (excluding basic fire magic) is the shaman Emicia, a short-tempered maiden well versed in the arts of magic. She likes to think she is a master of seduction. Maybe she is. But no man (or woman) who isn't an orc themselves is liable to be attracted to an orc.
The group has an armoured cart which they use to transport their tents and food. They push this themselves.

The group will be known by a $
Starting in the forest here: (X18,Y19 (I think)) In the middle of winter. (1.5 months left to find and loot some merchants)
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[Archangel]

TNME, I would like you to do my turn, because I don't have time to do it myself,  Basalem is in your lands and I don't want him to be sitting on a beach for six months.

[mission0]

TNME, I would like you to do my turn, because I don't have time to do it myself,  Basalem is in your lands and I don't want him to be sitting on a beach for six months.

Kinda short notice for him ain't it?

You could always post a short summary of what he is doing or something...

[Archangel]

TNME, I would like you to do my turn, because I don't have time to do it myself,  Basalem is in your lands and I don't want him to be sitting on a beach for six months.

Kinda short notice for him ain't it?

You could always post a short summary of what he is doing or something...

I don't have any ideas for him though. He doesn't have to, and I'm not losing much, but I would like something to happen, even if it's that Basalem gets arrested and taken elsewhere.