Alabaster Sheen Setup

[NinjaElephant]

All righty. Let's spark this board with an RP I like to call "Alabaster Sheen". Here's the lowdown:

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Prologue: A dark figure crept towards the Tower of Kavat. Using the shadows as his cover, he slipped unseen through the door. The loud creak of the rusty hinges disturbed nothing, as there was nothing to be disturbed. The beings first step onto the ancient cobblestone floor unleashed a loud echo that spiraled up the tower, and slowly faded into darkness. This man was a servant of the Sorcerai, a cult that was devoted to the uniting of the glyphs. The Tower of Kavat housed the Glyph of Courage, and it was the only known location of any of the four glyphs.

As the thief crept further up the tower stairs, no being was trying to stop him. The ancient enchantment that guards the glyph from theft has been intact for centuries. The human guards that used to stand here had long since left, as there was no true need for them. Until now. The man opened the door to the chamber that encased the glyph, but did not enter. He tossed in a creation of the Sorcerai, called a dispellant. It was a small, purple ball with thousands of tiny engravings all over its surface. It slid across the floor and unleashed a dark, purple pulse that left the room even quieter than before. With the assurance of his safety, he walked confidently into the room and stopped at the pedestal that held the glyph.

Much to man’s surprise, the glyph was rather dull. It was a tiny copper badge, with a diameter similar to that of a cracker. Covering its surface were many engravings in a script that the thief had never seen before. He used caution as he lifted the glyph from its enchanted surface. And nothing happened. His shock turned to elation as he realized that the dispellent had actually dispelled the enchantment that protected the glyph. The man had survived.

A swell of bravery already started in the man’s heart as he practically flew down the many flights of stairs. The glyphs effects were already starting to work on the man. Soon he had more courage in his body than a crazed war veteran. In fact, the man had done the impossible. And now the world would have to pay."

Geography - Arcinth is a large continent. It is divided into two regions by a mountainous pass called the Jyran Mountains. The two regions are the Tsuwey and the Gallahan. While both regions are populated by numerous creatures, the Gallhan region is mostly human in population, and is mostly civilized. Tsuwey is populated, but has many more forests and jungles.

Plotline - For years, the Tower of Ghet has stood in the middle of Gallahan for years, keeping safe one of the four glyphs of power. A Glyph is a copper badge, with the diameter of a cracker. It cases a powerful magic. Legend has it that each Glyph has an attribute, and that the glyph in all senses represents that attribute, and grants its powers to its holder. The four glyphs are The Glyph of Courage, The Glyph of Anger, The Glyph of Intellect, and the Glyph of Camaraderie. The Tower of Ghet holds the Glyph of Courage, and it is the only Glyph whose location is known. If these Glyphs are abused, chaos would ensue.

So, characters are pretty free-form. Races are as follows:

Human Based: Human, Dwarf, Elf, Hobbit, Gnome, Fey, (Half-Race of any)

Animane Based: Pretty much every major animal species has an animane equivalent, (generally with the "phine" suffix where applicable).

Monster Based: Goblin, Harpy, Orc, Ogre, Hag (Half-Race of any)

This is the character sheet:

Name:
Age:
Sex:
Alignment: (Gallahan/Tsuwey/Dark Forces)
Race:
History:
Appearance:
Personality:
Weapons/Abilities:

Now, an example, as well as my character:

Name: Bruno Lufkin
Age: 37
Sex: Male
Race: Elephine
History: Raised in the castle town known as Killinton, Bruno was raised by his parents, both Elephine. Though an animane family is rare in Gallahan, and even rarer in the castle town, a lot of discrimination that would normally occur was not apparent, as Elephine had been known to enlist in the military (and be a valuable asset). Upon the age of 16, Bruno entered the army, and quickly rose ranks with both skill and determination. Upon reaching Sergeant, he went to the commander and asked to study in the ways of the Juggernaut. A form of combat meant for larger fighters, it utilizes weight distribution training to prevent movement. Coming into it naturally, Bruno turned into an official operative, doing jobs for the king that the average soldier couldn't handle. He is now an acting general of the Gallahan Army, leading troops into battle with confidence.
Appearance: 7'11'', 658 lbs. Bruno is a tank of a being, his wide frame matching his thick midriff. Even though he's developed some fleshy coating over his muscles, he has not gotten any weaker in his middle-age. His tusks extend a good two feet from his head, and his left ear has a large tear up the middle. Bruno wears a thick suit of armor crafted from white gold. It covers his body, and he even wears a custom-made helmet with a thick, ruby trim.
Personality: Bruno is a jolly paladin, filled with both joy and righteousness. He often puts the needs of others over his own, and cares deeply for those close to him. He also find humor in even the dreariest of situations. Bruno's overall happy demeanor is accompanied by a deep loyalty to the kingdom. In his spare time, Bruno enjoys playing the lute, and has a passion for writing ballads.
Weapons/Abilities: Bruno wields a massive war hammer, furbished in the same fashion as his armor. The form in which he utilizes it is, in fact, graceful, and it allows him to quake the earth the treads upon. He is also very difficult to be moved, do to special weight distribution training.

Now, for some rules:
1. Posts MUST be 100 words or more. (Enacting some quality control, since "Then he attacked" isn't really getting into character).
2. NO. GOD. MODDING. Nate's gone over this, but just to be clear. Don't control other people's characters.
3. Please keep all posts in the Third-Person Past Tense, for purpose of clarity.
4. Don't double post just to progress the story (although I may do that as the DM to keep it moving).
5. One character per person. Then it allows one to really get into their character.
6. Be nice. And not overly gory. Tastefully gory is good though.
7. Erotic content is like gory content. Should be kept to a relative minimum and not to excessive means.
8. Have Fun! (Cuz I'm that guy)

Okay, so lets do it:

Gallahan:
-Bruno (ninjaelephant)
-Lufael (Nate)

Tsuwey:
-Athrömír (toby)
-Nuushalin (Quiggs)

Dark Forces:
-Pasque (Nate)

[toby]

Name: Athromir Bryysnor
Age: 133
Sex: Male
Alignment: Mercenary
Race: Elven - Savage

History: Born and raised by city elves which fled to the forests of Thora in Tsuway after they were victims of attempted murder, Athromir grew up among savage elves in the town of Thorana, but with a hint of greater culture in his life. Athrömír was always slightly behind his peers physically, with often less than superb coordination. But while they focused their abilities on the bow and sword, Athromir trained in the elemental arts for decades. 23 years ago, a schism rocked the Hrâft tribe, upsetting the balance of power between families.

When Athromir attempted to settle the dispute he was faced with either killing the now-leader or being exiled, and not willing to kill a member of his tribe struck out on his own. He now roams the country on both sides of the Jyran Mountains with his pet hawk, Nothlit, hiring his powers to any willing to pay the right price.

Appearance: Slender of frame and lacking much muscle, Athromir stands at 5'4" and weighs in at 124 pounds, small even among his tribe. He has brown shoulder length hair, which is often worn back in a braided pony tail. He still wears the traditional green and brown tunic of hardened leather, traditional of his village and a reminder of years past, not to mention excellent forest camouflage. Brown leather boots extend roughly halfway up his calves, covering leggings. The tunic extends up around the neck and to the ends of the arms, with loops wrapping around the index and middle finger for protection. His pointed ears are roughly four inches long, perfectly tipped. He has one green and one gray iris, which rest in slightly angled eyes. A sharply pointed nose and chin complete his angular features, and like most elves he is clean shaven. His tribal tattoos, traditional for the region to help distinguish tribes during battles, are two cyan triangles on each hand connecting the base of the thumb to the outside base of the wrist and the base of the pinky, and a dark blue band roughly 4 inches thick across the middle of his forehead.

Personality: Athromir is a bit of a loner, preferring to stay in his hut creating new spells and practicing his control over nature. He is very serious about everything in life, making him easy prey for jokesters. His seriousness pays off, however, when it morphs into a determination powerful enough to literally move mountains.

Weapons/Abilities: As mentioned, Athromir is trained in elemental magic, giving him excellent ranged attacks. He also has basic bow training, and while not a prodigy, presents a lethal threat to enemies on the battlefield. Like most elves, he is incredibly agile and has much stamina, but is rather frail and cannot take many hits. His dress gives him the ability to hide in forests, increasing the likelihood of surprise attack success.

[Kriven]

Name:
Pasque

Age:
24

Sex:
Male

Alignment:
Dark Forces

Race:
Animane - Raphine

History:
Much of Pasque's past is unknown, including his surname (assuming he even has one.) What is known, or what he claims, is that he was the ninth child of sixteen. He claims to have first learned of his desire to kill at the age of six, when he drowned one of his younger sisters. He mentions pulling her head out of the freezing lake water to permit her to breathe before dunking her back beneath the surface. It's likely she died of hypothermia before she had the chance to properly drown. For the next three years he would perform similar to acts to five other siblings, before slaughtering his entire family outright when they caught on. He has killed hundreds of innocents for the mere sake of watching them beg and plead, although he offers his professional services as a killer to the highest bidder. He has befriended one person in the world, a seven-year old Hedgephine whose parents he murdered when she was four. He has served as her guardian since, never giving an explicit reason as to why. It is rumored that he keeps her around so that he may torture her in his downtime, but this is false. He has been personally responsible for at least two dozen political assassinations in various regions.

Appearance:
Creme-brown fur, something like heavily milked coffee. He is short, about 4'3,'' but also very thin, which gives the illusion that he has more height. His clothes are chosen more for comfort than practicality, although the vest he wears is padded enough to not be pierced without effort. He also wears a pair of durable slacks that are tied at the ankles to prevent them from sagging under his feet. He wears no shoes. He wears a pair of fingerless gloves, the metal cuffs attached to them being his only armor. Being a rabbit, he has abnormally large feet and ears roughly half his own body length. He also has spikey hair, a darker shade of brown then his fur. Eyes are an earthly orange.

Personality:
Pasque is obsessed with murder and torture. Once he has eyes set on a target he particularly wants to kill, he will pursue them until he has succeeded. He has not lost. He is also obsessed with being the most efficient killer in the world, and will often dismember the competition. He makes his idnetity publicly known, having no fear of the world's authorities. He's known to smoke if the opportunity arises, but has never been seen with alcohol.

Weapons/Abilities:
Being partially rabbit, Pasque has extremely powerful legs. He can kick hard enough to tip over an ox, should the need arise. He can also leap extremely high or far.

He is far more agile than an average warrior.

He carries a wide variety of tools with him at all times, including: a thin, barely visible, rope used for traps and assassinations. Several sets of small knives and spear heads, for throwing at distant foes. Two long daggers if he finds himself too close to an opponent. Various toxins and poisons. A set of home-made powder bombs, that unleash either: a smokescreen, a poison smog or a blinding teargas.

[Kriven]

Yo, bromeister. We gonna play?

[toby]

The bitch is waiting for people who were SUPPOSED to join

[Kriven]

Betcha more people will join if we get started. That tends to be the trend with humans.

[toby]

*like*

[Scotty]

Name: Nuushalin Yazeeni

Age: 78

Sex: Male

Alignment: Tsuwey

Race: Elven

History: Born and raised in the Southern city of Altsona, he was a prodigy in school, a social butterfly, and wealthy at an early age. Upon attending University while in form three (third year), his house was burned, parents murdered, and he himself was attacked and left unconscious in the Lichonaf Bog. There he was found by the natives who taught him how to use a bow, short sword, and animal training skills. Back in Altsona, everyone looked out for each other. Now, he has to look out for himself, there are no others in his life. Years later, he left the small bog tribe to go back to Altsona. Years later, he finally arrived...

Appearance: Stands 6'2" and weighs in at 198 pounds. Muscles not bulging out, but a fair amount. Due to the sunless nature of the Lichonaf Bog, he has grown very pale. Grey/ blue eyes with white hair that goes halfway down his back. Scars are all over his body, the most noticeable one goes from his mid forehead, over his eye, down to his jawline, and follows that to the tip of his chin. Typical clothing: Red Tunic with brown leather vest, Brown pants, boots, metal wrist/ shin guards, and occasional face covering.

Personality: Life in the Lichonaf Tribe has made him very quiet and reserved. He comes across as someone who only looks after himself. Deep down he seeks friendship. Clever in a pinch, he can come up with the most intriguing and creative ways to get out of a bad situation.

Weapons/Abilities: Highly skilled with a bow, short sword, and the mandolin. Highly unorthodox fighting methods.

Usual Inventory: Money, Rope, Small Knife, Bow, Quiver of arrows, Short Sword, Mandolin, and of course some apples! (i added this so that I can set a limit for myself from the start and don't have things conveniently appear for my character.)

[Scotty]

BTW: FOUND THIS!!! orangeislands.net/topic/8550893/1/

[toby]

Google, Scotty? Really?

[Scotty]

Indeed. The way he said "an RP I like to call..." made me think he did this already. So I wanted to look into it then I did!

[Kriven]

*sniffle sniffle* we can haz game now? ;-; ;-;

[Scotty]

THERE IS NO GAME, THERE IS ONLY ZUUL.

[toby]

'Nuff said. Back on track now. Recruit outside the board.

[NinjaElephant]

All right, now that things are started, let me explain a bit. You three will detail your journeys (the elves to gallahan, Pasque to wherever). I will be creating obstacles and such. When you arrive at gallahan, Bruno gets introduced as an NPC, run by me. Each character will have their own narrative color, so it's less confusing.

Arothmir: Red

Nuushalin: Green

Pasque: Blue

Misc. Narrative: Orange