In a world parallel to ours, but also different in many ways, humanity developed civilization, and as is to be expected, a conflict erupted. The land upon which this battle of ideals was waged is known as Terma, and so, this conflict was known as the Conflict of Terma.
There were four main powers in the land of Terma, each living in their own kingdom with their own ideals. On the eastern coastal plains and forests, lived the Shcots, a proud and courageous (Albeit primitive) group, formed into a clan system. On the southern coasts, the foolish but artful Fairlans lived in beautiful cities, proudly displaying their artistic prowess. The Garlants inhabited the north-west, there they were an advanced and practical group, with advanced technology and a formidable military force. The Landons, organized into a kingdom of heritage, were situated in the west.
In the far north, among the many frigid and barren islands, lived the Volgrants, a brutal group of savage men and women who often lead raids against the closest factions, or even amongst themselves.
To the west lay another continent of marvellous mystery named Orma, and in the eastern sea, several Island Tribes have been noted. Among these mysterious western groups were the Sholan, who had great mental and physical abilities in combat, alchemy and stealth. They were known to occasionally trade with the Terman factions, but they remained very secluded in their fortresses of mystical power. In the north of Orma, one could find the Sirbans, organized into small towns within the northern forests and tundra plains.
The dangers of Terma are not just caused by the other kingdoms. Raiders, Wild Men, Pirates, Barlos, Lycans, Trigain, Dragons and other beasts, many of them already common to Earth's Europe and North America..
You may have noticed the many links to our new wikia. Feel free to read it! And make any edits you find necessary.
To create a character, you may submit it for my approval. The first two players (Besides myself) may have a dragon character. You may have six characters, and possibly more with permission. Look at some of our current characters for an idea how to add yours:
(( I'd expand on the universe a bit. By universe, I mean the factions, maybe a small map-like thing, and maybe some more information about the time and place this roleplay is set in. Is it pre-gunpowder, Dark Ages? What sort of continents and weather are there around? What do the factions wear, what do they use, etc. ))
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"The meaning of life? Walk slowly and carry a big gun."
(( I'd expand on the universe a bit. By universe, I mean the factions, maybe a small map-like thing, and maybe some more information about the time and place this roleplay is set in. Is it pre-gunpowder, Dark Ages? What sort of continents and weather are there around? What do the factions wear, what do they use, etc. ))
((Ah yes, i will expand on that. Thank you! I need to do some research on the medieval peoples the factions are based from first.))
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I wish I had spelled my name right all that time ago...
Use the Ring Luke, he who controls the Ring controls the raptors~ Dumbledore
BIO: A young soldier, he joined at the age of eighteen and quickly proved himself as a worthy warrior. He is cunning, treacherous, energetic, and a very adept swordsman. He has also considered learning the art of the archer. Despite his prowess as a fighter, he is always looking for advice and guidance from his superiors. He has not yet found his path in life.
Appearance: 20 years old, with a slim, tall build. He has a clean-cut face and short dark-brown hair.
((Interest has been shown, my main character is now going to be added. Also, accepted! You blood thirsty tyrant you. ))
Name: Theron Ardin (Goes by Ardin.)
Faction: Shcots
Role: Farm hand and herder.
Looks: A young man of about eighteen. (We do not maintain the forty year life of medieval times here) With light brown hair and a face devoid of hair.
Evenly proportioned, but slim for a Shcot.
BIO: Most Shcots have a beard by age fourteen, so he is not the most popular. He explores on his free time, training in the forest for combat at night.
His family disowned him because he was not his mothers husbands child. At age twelve he went to work on a farm. Constantly waiting for a chance to leave his village, his only real possessions are his horse, an old sword and his hunting cat, Angus. (Yeah,yeah stereotypes.)
As Ardin awoke he set off to the stables. His horse,Thor, greeted him with a nicker. "Do ya know what day it is?" He asked the animal, who stared back intently. "Today is the big hunt!" Ardin exclaimed. He grabbed his bag, with a borrowed bow and arrows and his cat. The reasons is that hunting cats are much like a house cat, but larger. Only a few however, like angus, retrieve birds and fallen prey.
As he approached the forest, he rode along the creek, a place animals may be seen and it is easy to ride. Angus hissed at the water. "Be silenet won't you?" Ardin whispered. "All the elk will have left with the nose yer' mak'in!" But as he spoke, a growl was heard on the other side of the river. A brown bear stood on his hind legs, a full ten feet tall and hungry...
General Arant was lookinging about his lineup of troops, (they assembled every morning in the fort) and noted a young man of good health. "You there, i have a job for you, but are you up for the challenge?" ((Que Commando))
Leif reaches for the door handle that leads to his quarters. Twisting it ever so slightly, he opens the balsam wood door and steps in, before turning back to close the door behind him. He un-slings his sword from his back and hangs the leather sheathe on the small nail in the wall, quickly admiring its high-quality stitching. Once, it had belonged to his father, and before that his grandfather, and before that his great-grandfather, back many many generations. Whenever an oldest child joined the army, their father would give it down to the newly christened soldier. Someday it would belong to his son, and after that it would go to his son's son.
After turning away from the sword, Leif moves to his drawers, pulling them open and removing his knife from his belt. Placing it into the drawer with a great deal of care, he then moves to his simple bunk. Because of his family's long service record and well-paying salaries, his bed is slightly better than that of many other soldiers. Collapsing onto the bunk, he decides it doesn't really make a difference, as the cushions still fail to offer him optimum comfort. He lies back and closes his eyes, contemplating his day. Training, training and more training. He enjoys training, but there's so much more to life than just service... Perhaps not his life, but somewhere, someone is having much more fun than he is. Perhaps they are exploring the woods, or stitching together a cloth, one that will be passed down through generation upon generation. With a heavy sigh, he rolls over and smiles. They may not be having more fun, but he is helping society more. His training may be more work but it is also more rewarding. He rolls back over and frowns again. Something doesn't smell right. Almost like smoke. Sitting up, he looks around his room, and sees no candle has been left on. He slides out of bed and walks over towards his window, but he once fails to see any smoke. He turns back and looks towards the last possible avenue of investigation: The door. Marching swiftly across his room, he once again turns the door handle and the balsam wood heaves open again.
The General stands before him, a cigar in his mouth. "I have a scouting mission i need men for. Only my strongest will go. Three of you comrades have already pledged to go. You may not survive. Tell me soldier, are you ready?" The short tempered General asked, in a surprisingly proud tone.
The bear charged. Ardin notched an arrow,Angus hissed and Thor stood like a rock, without fear. Ardin kicked. "Thor, run circles around him!"
The Horse obeyed, and the bear became confused. Then, when the lineup was right, the arrow flew. The bear fell, the arrow taking his heart.
Angus jumped on the bears chest, the lynx sized animal seems to think he had killed the beast. "You must be the worst hunting cat in Terma." Ardin joked to himself. "Now lads, how are we to get this beast home?" He looked at his horse. Thor was similar in build to a draft horse, he was very strong. When he ran the sound was like thunder, thus giving his name. But the bear was very heavy, This would be a true test. Ardin tied the ropes and had an idea. If Thor can pull him to the creek, we can float it down river! He thought.
"Well gee Ardin, where did you find that dead bear?" The boy named Thomas asked as the big grey horse dragged the big brown bear into town. "I killed it." "Naw!" "Aye" Ardin said."Hit e'm right the the heart." "I better go tell the chief!" The boy said excitedly. "Yes! Go tell e'm all! Tell e'm that tonight, we feast!"
None of them knew the from the cliffs above, a pair of reptilian eye watched.
The General stands before him, a cigar in his mouth. "I have a scouting mission i need men for. Only my strongest will go. Three of you comrades have already pledged to go. You may not survive. Tell me soldier, are you ready?" The short tempered General asked, in a surprisingly proud tone.
The bear charged. Ardin notched an arrow,Angus hissed and Thor stood like a rock, without fear. Ardin kicked. "Thor, run circles around him!"
the Horse obeyed, and the bear became confused. Then, when the lineup was right, the arrow flew. The bear fell, the arrow taking his heart.
"Yes sir, general" Leif responds with the proper respect the general garnered. Turning back to his room he grabs his sword off the wall and reaches into his drawer, removing his knife and then latching it onto his belt. He quickly glances to his bow, but decides against it. Not enough experience would make it a waste of energy to carry it. He turns back to the general, expectant of further instructions.
"Yes sir, general" Leif responds with the proper respect the general garnered. Turning back to his room he grabs his sword off the wall and reaches into his drawer, removing his knife and then latching it onto his belt. He quickly glances to his bow, but decides against it. Not enough experience would make it a waste of energy to carry it. He turns back to the general, expectant of further instructions.
"Now, you and three others, who i trust you to command. Will go to the territory of the Shcot filth, and tell me of their numbers. These men are like beasts, so you must be cautious. A horse is waiting in the village stable for you and the three others, who are also waiting. Also, take this." The general holds out a sack of powder. "I got this from the Sholan on their last visit. When lit on fire, it makes loud noises and sparks. They call it fire powder. It does no damage, but it can drive away people and beasts. Best of luck to you young man." The general had seen Leifs training, and that of his fathers. He had great faith in this young man.
((So Halo, are you interested? Or do you feel it needs more detail?))
"Now, you and three others, who i trust you to command. Will go to the territory of the Shcot filth, and tell me of their numbers. These men are like beasts, so you must be cautious. A horse is waiting in the village stable for you and the three others, who are also waiting. Also, take this." The general holds out a sack of powder. "I got this from the Sholan on their last visit. When lit on fire, it makes loud noises and sparks. They call it fire powder. It does no damage, but it can drive away people and beasts. Best of luck to you young man." The general had seen Leifs training, and that of his fathers. He had great faith in this young man.
((So Halo, are you interested? Or do you feel it needs more detail?))
"Yes general!" Leif replies, swiftly moving past the general, down the stairs of the building, and to the stables. As he walks he nods his head in acknowledgement to the people going about their daily business. Upon arriving, he walks in to find his three soldiers sitting on hay bales, talking jovially. They do not notice him.
"Attention!" Leif yells. The men swiftly rise to their feet and acknowledge him. "I am in command of this mission. We are going on a peaceful scouting mission to determine the quantity of the Shcot army. Be careful: These are barbarians. They are like the wolf- They are strong together or alone, but they are afraid of the silliest of things. They will not give you mercy, for they are bloodthirsty. Be prepared" Leif instructs. The soldiers nod their heads. "Good. I assume the horses are already packed?" Leif gives an inquisitive look.
"They are" one of the soldiers replies.
"Good. Allow us to embark" Leif says, moving toward his horse. Slinging himself up and on top of the saddle, he readjusts his sheathe and checks his bag. Food supplies, water stores, and now the Fire Powder. He smiles. Who I trust you to command. If he garners that much respect from one of the greatest generals in history, imagine how much he garners from his fellow soldiers. With a yip he spurs his horse into action and the three other soldiers follow after him.
((2 Questions: Is the Orange Text (Or a different colour) thing going to come into fruition on this roleplay as well? Also, are there any women in the Garlant army?))
"Yes general!" Leif replies, swiftly moving past the general, down the stairs of the building, and to the stables. As he walks he nods his head in acknowledgement to the people going about their daily business. Upon arriving, he walks in to find his three soldiers sitting on hay bales, talking jovially. They do not notice him.
"Attention!" Leif yells. The men swiftly rise to their feet and acknowledge him. "I am in command of this mission. We are going on a peaceful scouting mission to determine the quantity of the Shcot army. Be careful: These are barbarians. They are like the wolf- They are strong together or alone, but they are afraid of the silliest of things. They will not give you mercy, for they are bloodthirsty. Be prepared" Leif instructs. The soldiers nod their heads. "Good. I assume the horses are already packed?" Leif gives an inquisitive look.
"They are" one of the soldiers replies.
"Good. Allow us to embark" Leif says, moving toward his horse. Slinging himself up and on top of the saddle, he readjusts his sheathe and checks his bag. Food supplies, water stores, and now the Fire Powder. He smiles. Who I trust you to command. If he garners that much respect from one of the greatest generals in history, imagine how much he garners from his fellow soldiers. With a yip he spurs his horse into action and the three other soldiers follow after him.
((2 Questions: Is the Orange Text (Or a different colour) thing going to come into fruition on this roleplay as well? Also, are there any women in the Garlant army?))
((I can not think of a color i have not used yet. And that is up for debate. What is your vote?))
One of the men, the youngest of them, looks up at Leif. "I would ask the honor of knowing my commander's name sir."
The dragon stalks down the side of the hill, approaching the Shcot village. This beast has two things on his mind: Food and gold..
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I wish I had spelled my name right all that time ago...
Use the Ring Luke, he who controls the Ring controls the raptors~ Dumbledore
((I can not think of a color i have not used yet. And that is up for debate. What is your vote?))
One of the men, the youngest of them, looks up at Leif. "I would ask the honor of knowing my commander's name sir."
The dragon stalks down the side of the hill, approaching the Shcot village. This beast has two things on his mind: Food and gold..
((As for colour, why not just use Orange again? Or perhaps burnt orange? And as for women in the army, I say yes, absolutely. Equality for all!)
"My name's Leif. I would've thought you'd heard of me" Leif informs him, leaning over slightly on his horse as they gallop along.
"Oh yes, we've all heard of you. Leif Rimnis, the greatest warrior in the entire army! Son of the god almighty!" another man, this one older than Leif by several years, adds sarcastically.
"I may be younger than you, but I am still your superior. You should watch your tongue" Leif warns.
"Or what? You'll have it cut off by the king himself?" the man jibes.
"At least you'd get to meet him" Leif retorts, looking ahead and smirking. The older man sneers and rides faster, attempting to overcome Leif, but Leif spurs his horse on faster. The other two move to catch up, but Leif and his rival move too quickly for them to stay at the same pace.
Looks: Her brown hair and eyes make her much like the other girls of the region, but her beauty makes her stand out, not good for a lone woman in a army of mostly men.
BIO: Despite being a pretty girl, Kari fought her way to the top and she intends to remain a second in command, despite what any man might do.
The young soldier looks ahead. Was he ready for this squad? He looks at the rider next to him. Kartha, the second in command. She was a quick thinking as her horse was fast. "Stop!" Her strong yet light voice yelled. All of them halted. "Look ahead." There before them, was a lone Lycan. "Our adventure starts early." She remarks, unwrapping her arrows.
Looks: Her brown hair and eyes make her much like the other girls of the region, but her beauty makes her stand out, not good for a lone woman in a army of mostly men.
BIO: Despite being a pretty girl, Kari fought her way to the top and she intends to remain a second in command, despite what any man might do.
The young soldier looks ahead. Was he ready for this squad? He looks at the rider next to him. Kartha, the second in command. She was a quick thinking as her horse was fast. "Stop!" Her strong yet light voice yelled. All of them halted. "Look ahead." There before them, was a lone Lycan. "Our adventure starts early." She remarks, unwrapping her arrows.
Leif grabs his sword out of its sheathe and brings it down to his side as they encircle the Lycan. He is on the rear end of the wolf-like beast, but he can still understand why these beasts are feared.
It turns toward him. Almost like it can tell he is the leader. Their eyes meet, the expression of the Lycan is like that of a scared puppy. Leif begins to relax a bit. Then, without warning, it lunges, fangs ready to snap. But before it bites, and arrow hits it the spine. The beast stumbles, and before if falls, it lets out one final blood curdling howl. "We need to get moving now!" Kartha says. "Why? Commander Leif has given no such order." The youngest remarks. "Or any orders." The older man says. " "We need to go because of them!" Kartha says. Many eyes are seen approaching in the dusk. "He called for his pack!"
Ardin is enjoying the praise he has gotten,drinking of the wine and all the village feasting. A young man with red hair is approaching, looking panicked. "Dragon! Dragon on the outskirts!" He cried. Ardin went for his sword, but first a big man, six feet tall and with a full beard steps out of the crowd. His half brother, Martin, who is father had accepted. "See what the stable boy was brought us? A dragon attacks even now! Let us punish the runt! But first, i Martin, son of Theron, will slay the beast!" Ardin was awe struck. Two minutes ago his big day was here, he was a hero. And now his broth took that. "Aye Martin! Future lord of the Schots!" A man yelled. "Aye Martin!!" The crowd raised their voices in response.
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I wish I had spelled my name right all that time ago...
Use the Ring Luke, he who controls the Ring controls the raptors~ Dumbledore
It turns toward him. Almost like it can tell he is the leader. Their eyes meet, the expression of the Lycan is like that of a scared puppy. Leif begins to relax a bit. Then, without warning, it lunges, fangs ready to snap. But before it bites, and arrow hits it the spine. The beast stumbles, and before if falls, it lets out one final blood curdling howl. "We need to get moving now!" Kartha says. "Why? Commander Leif has given no such order." The youngest remarks. "Or any orders." The older man says. " "We need to go because of them!" Kartha says. Many eyes are seen approaching in the dusk. "He called for his pack!"
"No he didn't. He never made any noise. And if they had always been here, they would attacked already. Which means those aren't Lycan's..." Leif starts.
"Shouldn't we be running anyways?" Kartha points out.
"Indeed we should" Leif agrees, and directs his horse to swerve away and gallop onwards. He hears the rest of his group following him.
((This is...new. I like the idea, and I would join, but it's hard to write a bio for a leader or such when you don't really know how the faction works.
For example, I would love to be leader of the Fairlons. I find their refined sense along with their skill in battle, quite exquisite. But I don't know how the daily life of the Duke, or even, the Prince, is. I don't really know the culture besides that it is based in art. You know what I mean?))
((This is...new. I like the idea, and I would join, but it's hard to write a bio for a leader or such when you don't really know how the faction works.
For example, I would love to be leader of the Fairlons. I find their refined sense along with their skill in battle, quite exquisite. But I don't know how the daily life of the Duke, or even, the Prince, is. I don't really know the culture besides that it is based in art. You know what I mean?))
((Ah, i see. Well, i am super busy right now with IRL stuff. However, i would love to fix this up and add more detail when i can. If you stay tuned it should be improved soon! PS:Commando, we best stick to this type of text. I like it on the other RP, however this seems to work here."
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I wish I had spelled my name right all that time ago...
Use the Ring Luke, he who controls the Ring controls the raptors~ Dumbledore
Legends... Are Real.
Kingdoms... Hold Power.
Soldiers... Rule the Land.
Beasts... Rule the Wild.
Mysteries... Rule the Mind.
In a world parallel to ours, but also different in many ways, humanity developed civilization, and as is to be expected, a conflict erupted. The land upon which this battle of ideals was waged is known as Terma, and so, this conflict was known as the Conflict of Terma.
There were four main powers in the land of Terma, each living in their own kingdom with their own ideals. On the eastern coastal plains and forests, lived the Shcots, a proud and courageous (Albeit primitive) group, formed into a clan system. On the southern coasts, the foolish but artful Fairlans lived in beautiful cities, proudly displaying their artistic prowess. The Garlants inhabited the north-west, there they were an advanced and practical group, with advanced technology and a formidable military force. The Landons, organized into a kingdom of heritage, were situated in the west.
In the far north, among the many frigid and barren islands, lived the Volgrants, a brutal group of savage men and women who often lead raids against the closest factions, or even amongst themselves.
To the west lay another continent of marvellous mystery named Orma, and in the eastern sea, several Island Tribes have been noted. Among these mysterious western groups were the Sholan, who had great mental and physical abilities in combat, alchemy and stealth. They were known to occasionally trade with the Terman factions, but they remained very secluded in their fortresses of mystical power. In the north of Orma, one could find the Sirbans, organized into small towns within the northern forests and tundra plains.
The dangers of Terma are not just caused by the other kingdoms. Raiders, Wild Men, Pirates, Barlos, Lycans, Trigain, Dragons and other beasts, many of them already common to Earth's Europe and North America..
You may have noticed the many links to our new wikia. Feel free to read it! And make any edits you find necessary.
To create a character, you may submit it for my approval. The first two players (Besides myself) may have a dragon character. You may have six characters, and possibly more with permission. Look at some of our current characters for an idea how to add yours:
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The Conflict of Terma... Is dawning...
Use the Ring Luke, he who controls the Ring controls the raptors~ Dumbledore
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(( I'd expand on the universe a bit. By universe, I mean the factions, maybe a small map-like thing, and maybe some more information about the time and place this roleplay is set in. Is it pre-gunpowder, Dark Ages? What sort of continents and weather are there around? What do the factions wear, what do they use, etc. ))
((Ah yes, i will expand on that. Thank you! I need to do some research on the medieval peoples the factions are based from first.))
Use the Ring Luke, he who controls the Ring controls the raptors~ Dumbledore
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(( If you do expand, I'll choose a faction and apply. Has been a while since I've done a medieval RP, so I think it could be fun. ))
((Long live the roleplays!))
Name: Leif Rimnis
Faction: Garlants
Role: Soldier
BIO: A young soldier, he joined at the age of eighteen and quickly proved himself as a worthy warrior. He is cunning, treacherous, energetic, and a very adept swordsman. He has also considered learning the art of the archer. Despite his prowess as a fighter, he is always looking for advice and guidance from his superiors. He has not yet found his path in life.
Appearance: 20 years old, with a slim, tall build. He has a clean-cut face and short dark-brown hair.
((I look forward to this roleplay!))
((Interest has been shown, my main character is now going to be added. Also, accepted! You blood thirsty tyrant you. ))
Name: Theron Ardin (Goes by Ardin.)
Faction: Shcots
Role: Farm hand and herder.
Looks: A young man of about eighteen. (We do not maintain the forty year life of medieval times here) With light brown hair and a face devoid of hair.
Evenly proportioned, but slim for a Shcot.
BIO: Most Shcots have a beard by age fourteen, so he is not the most popular. He explores on his free time, training in the forest for combat at night.
His family disowned him because he was not his mothers husbands child. At age twelve he went to work on a farm. Constantly waiting for a chance to leave his village, his only real possessions are his horse, an old sword and his hunting cat, Angus. (Yeah,yeah stereotypes.)
As Ardin awoke he set off to the stables. His horse,Thor, greeted him with a nicker. "Do ya know what day it is?" He asked the animal, who stared back intently. "Today is the big hunt!" Ardin exclaimed. He grabbed his bag, with a borrowed bow and arrows and his cat. The reasons is that hunting cats are much like a house cat, but larger. Only a few however, like angus, retrieve birds and fallen prey.
As he approached the forest, he rode along the creek, a place animals may be seen and it is easy to ride. Angus hissed at the water. "Be silenet won't you?" Ardin whispered. "All the elk will have left with the nose yer' mak'in!" But as he spoke, a growl was heard on the other side of the river. A brown bear stood on his hind legs, a full ten feet tall and hungry...
General Arant was lookinging about his lineup of troops, (they assembled every morning in the fort) and noted a young man of good health. "You there, i have a job for you, but are you up for the challenge?" ((Que Commando))
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, ((Alright,sounds good.))
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Leif reaches for the door handle that leads to his quarters. Twisting it ever so slightly, he opens the balsam wood door and steps in, before turning back to close the door behind him. He un-slings his sword from his back and hangs the leather sheathe on the small nail in the wall, quickly admiring its high-quality stitching. Once, it had belonged to his father, and before that his grandfather, and before that his great-grandfather, back many many generations. Whenever an oldest child joined the army, their father would give it down to the newly christened soldier. Someday it would belong to his son, and after that it would go to his son's son.
After turning away from the sword, Leif moves to his drawers, pulling them open and removing his knife from his belt. Placing it into the drawer with a great deal of care, he then moves to his simple bunk. Because of his family's long service record and well-paying salaries, his bed is slightly better than that of many other soldiers. Collapsing onto the bunk, he decides it doesn't really make a difference, as the cushions still fail to offer him optimum comfort. He lies back and closes his eyes, contemplating his day. Training, training and more training. He enjoys training, but there's so much more to life than just service... Perhaps not his life, but somewhere, someone is having much more fun than he is. Perhaps they are exploring the woods, or stitching together a cloth, one that will be passed down through generation upon generation. With a heavy sigh, he rolls over and smiles. They may not be having more fun, but he is helping society more. His training may be more work but it is also more rewarding. He rolls back over and frowns again. Something doesn't smell right. Almost like smoke. Sitting up, he looks around his room, and sees no candle has been left on. He slides out of bed and walks over towards his window, but he once fails to see any smoke. He turns back and looks towards the last possible avenue of investigation: The door. Marching swiftly across his room, he once again turns the door handle and the balsam wood heaves open again.
The General stands before him, a cigar in his mouth. "I have a scouting mission i need men for. Only my strongest will go. Three of you comrades have already pledged to go. You may not survive. Tell me soldier, are you ready?" The short tempered General asked, in a surprisingly proud tone.
The bear charged. Ardin notched an arrow,Angus hissed and Thor stood like a rock, without fear. Ardin kicked. "Thor, run circles around him!"
The Horse obeyed, and the bear became confused. Then, when the lineup was right, the arrow flew. The bear fell, the arrow taking his heart.
Angus jumped on the bears chest, the lynx sized animal seems to think he had killed the beast. "You must be the worst hunting cat in Terma." Ardin joked to himself. "Now lads, how are we to get this beast home?" He looked at his horse. Thor was similar in build to a draft horse, he was very strong. When he ran the sound was like thunder, thus giving his name. But the bear was very heavy, This would be a true test. Ardin tied the ropes and had an idea. If Thor can pull him to the creek, we can float it down river! He thought.
"Well gee Ardin, where did you find that dead bear?" The boy named Thomas asked as the big grey horse dragged the big brown bear into town. "I killed it." "Naw!" "Aye" Ardin said."Hit e'm right the the heart." "I better go tell the chief!" The boy said excitedly. "Yes! Go tell e'm all! Tell e'm that tonight, we feast!"
None of them knew the from the cliffs above, a pair of reptilian eye watched.
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"Yes sir, general" Leif responds with the proper respect the general garnered. Turning back to his room he grabs his sword off the wall and reaches into his drawer, removing his knife and then latching it onto his belt. He quickly glances to his bow, but decides against it. Not enough experience would make it a waste of energy to carry it. He turns back to the general, expectant of further instructions.
"Now, you and three others, who i trust you to command. Will go to the territory of the Shcot filth, and tell me of their numbers. These men are like beasts, so you must be cautious. A horse is waiting in the village stable for you and the three others, who are also waiting. Also, take this." The general holds out a sack of powder. "I got this from the Sholan on their last visit. When lit on fire, it makes loud noises and sparks. They call it fire powder. It does no damage, but it can drive away people and beasts. Best of luck to you young man." The general had seen Leifs training, and that of his fathers. He had great faith in this young man.
((So Halo, are you interested? Or do you feel it needs more detail?))
Use the Ring Luke, he who controls the Ring controls the raptors~ Dumbledore
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"Yes general!" Leif replies, swiftly moving past the general, down the stairs of the building, and to the stables. As he walks he nods his head in acknowledgement to the people going about their daily business. Upon arriving, he walks in to find his three soldiers sitting on hay bales, talking jovially. They do not notice him.
"Attention!" Leif yells. The men swiftly rise to their feet and acknowledge him. "I am in command of this mission. We are going on a peaceful scouting mission to determine the quantity of the Shcot army. Be careful: These are barbarians. They are like the wolf- They are strong together or alone, but they are afraid of the silliest of things. They will not give you mercy, for they are bloodthirsty. Be prepared" Leif instructs. The soldiers nod their heads. "Good. I assume the horses are already packed?" Leif gives an inquisitive look.
"They are" one of the soldiers replies.
"Good. Allow us to embark" Leif says, moving toward his horse. Slinging himself up and on top of the saddle, he readjusts his sheathe and checks his bag. Food supplies, water stores, and now the Fire Powder. He smiles. Who I trust you to command. If he garners that much respect from one of the greatest generals in history, imagine how much he garners from his fellow soldiers. With a yip he spurs his horse into action and the three other soldiers follow after him.
((2 Questions: Is the Orange Text (Or a different colour) thing going to come into fruition on this roleplay as well? Also, are there any women in the Garlant army?))
((I can not think of a color i have not used yet. And that is up for debate. What is your vote?))
One of the men, the youngest of them, looks up at Leif. "I would ask the honor of knowing my commander's name sir."
The dragon stalks down the side of the hill, approaching the Shcot village. This beast has two things on his mind: Food and gold..
Use the Ring Luke, he who controls the Ring controls the raptors~ Dumbledore
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((As for colour, why not just use Orange again? Or perhaps burnt orange? And as for women in the army, I say yes, absolutely. Equality for all!)
"My name's Leif. I would've thought you'd heard of me" Leif informs him, leaning over slightly on his horse as they gallop along.
"Oh yes, we've all heard of you. Leif Rimnis, the greatest warrior in the entire army! Son of the god almighty!" another man, this one older than Leif by several years, adds sarcastically.
"I may be younger than you, but I am still your superior. You should watch your tongue" Leif warns.
"Or what? You'll have it cut off by the king himself?" the man jibes.
"At least you'd get to meet him" Leif retorts, looking ahead and smirking. The older man sneers and rides faster, attempting to overcome Leif, but Leif spurs his horse on faster. The other two move to catch up, but Leif and his rival move too quickly for them to stay at the same pace.
Alright, we can see how this goes.
Name:Kartha (Few friends call her Kari)
Faction:Garlants
Age: twenty three
Looks: Her brown hair and eyes make her much like the other girls of the region, but her beauty makes her stand out, not good for a lone woman in a army of mostly men.
BIO: Despite being a pretty girl, Kari fought her way to the top and she intends to remain a second in command, despite what any man might do.
The young soldier looks ahead. Was he ready for this squad? He looks at the rider next to him. Kartha, the second in command. She was a quick thinking as her horse was fast. "Stop!" Her strong yet light voice yelled. All of them halted. "Look ahead." There before them, was a lone Lycan. "Our adventure starts early." She remarks, unwrapping her arrows.
Use the Ring Luke, he who controls the Ring controls the raptors~ Dumbledore
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Leif grabs his sword out of its sheathe and brings it down to his side as they encircle the Lycan. He is on the rear end of the wolf-like beast, but he can still understand why these beasts are feared.
It turns toward him. Almost like it can tell he is the leader. Their eyes meet, the expression of the Lycan is like that of a scared puppy. Leif begins to relax a bit. Then, without warning, it lunges, fangs ready to snap. But before it bites, and arrow hits it the spine. The beast stumbles, and before if falls, it lets out one final blood curdling howl. "We need to get moving now!" Kartha says. "Why? Commander Leif has given no such order." The youngest remarks. "Or any orders." The older man says. " "We need to go because of them!" Kartha says. Many eyes are seen approaching in the dusk. "He called for his pack!"
Ardin is enjoying the praise he has gotten,drinking of the wine and all the village feasting. A young man with red hair is approaching, looking panicked. "Dragon! Dragon on the outskirts!" He cried. Ardin went for his sword, but first a big man, six feet tall and with a full beard steps out of the crowd. His half brother, Martin, who is father had accepted. "See what the stable boy was brought us? A dragon attacks even now! Let us punish the runt! But first, i Martin, son of Theron, will slay the beast!" Ardin was awe struck. Two minutes ago his big day was here, he was a hero. And now his broth took that. "Aye Martin! Future lord of the Schots!" A man yelled. "Aye Martin!!" The crowd raised their voices in response.
Use the Ring Luke, he who controls the Ring controls the raptors~ Dumbledore
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"No he didn't. He never made any noise. And if they had always been here, they would attacked already. Which means those aren't Lycan's..." Leif starts.
"Shouldn't we be running anyways?" Kartha points out.
"Indeed we should" Leif agrees, and directs his horse to swerve away and gallop onwards. He hears the rest of his group following him.
((This is...new. I like the idea, and I would join, but it's hard to write a bio for a leader or such when you don't really know how the faction works.
For example, I would love to be leader of the Fairlons. I find their refined sense along with their skill in battle, quite exquisite. But I don't know how the daily life of the Duke, or even, the Prince, is. I don't really know the culture besides that it is based in art. You know what I mean?))
((Ah, i see. Well, i am super busy right now with IRL stuff. However, i would love to fix this up and add more detail when i can. If you stay tuned it should be improved soon! PS:Commando, we best stick to this type of text. I like it on the other RP, however this seems to work here."
Use the Ring Luke, he who controls the Ring controls the raptors~ Dumbledore
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