Character application: 14289
Name: Quar'sho (Just say 'kwar-show' really fast)
Age: 47
Race: Saurian
Appearance: Quar'sho has a lithe and compact build that suggests agility and strength (like a greyhound except more humanoid lizard). He is a bit taller than most humans. The leer of his stern yellow eyes is enough to make most men uncomfortable in his presence. His dark green scales are highlighted with bright yellow dots in two rows on his back parallel to his spine.
Sex: Male
Personality: It is hard to surprise Quar'sho, He is incredibly comprehensive and always knows what people are thinking. He distinctly lacks pride, but not understanding of other people's beliefs and motives (sometimes this leads to them being exploited). This understanding came from self taught patience making him not normally warlike in nature, despite this Quar'sho wouldn't hesitate to tear out your throat if you were in between him and something he wants. Recently a sense of empathy for other beings has started to build up within Quar'sho, he still isn't sure what to make of it.
Equipment: Wears a cotton leggings that he made and maintains himself, an ornamental feather on a band around his upper arm, a belt with attached pouches containing various medicinal herbs and a leather loop which holds his razor sharp obsidian maquahuitl.
Biography: Quar'sho was raised in a large community of saurians that had a strong sense of tradition; a single rule broken could mean a great deal of shame. There he was trained in basic survival and combat skills, should one of the neighboring clans decide to declare war. He hadn't really questioned the authority of his community's law until one day on a hunting trip he found some creatures he had never seen before: The group came across a expeditionary group of humans. Immediately the hunting party returned to report the news to the elders of the community. It wasn't nearly a brief discussion before the elders decided to put the humans to death for trespassing on their territory and exploiting their resources (they had taken native plants and wildlife for documentation and eating), leaving one alive as a warning to other humans. about a year later Quar'sho spotted a vast army of humans on the borders of the territory, despite Quar'sho's repeated warnings the elders believed that their soldiers were more than capable of routing any army and Quar'sho was cast out for his insolence. Such a human army was not imaginable by Quar'sho's elders and when they came it was a massacre. They burned down Quar'sho's home village, wrecked the temple pyramid with black powder and killed everyone he knew. When he crossed the border of the jungle and spotted smoke above the rainforest canopy Quar'sho knew there was no going back whichever way it turned out.
Additional Facts: The key to Quar'sho's hidden emotional side is through music, it's the only thing he loves. He isn't particularly tough.
I have a stoned plumber friend who has absolutely no fashion sense and is always telling me weird stories, he is a sad, lonely man...
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The moral of these stories? Play God, and there is a 100% chance you will be mauled to death by leopard men.
Useful tidbits: Da Roolz - Da Off Topic Specific Roolz
(( Might as well make their first time meeting somewhat exciting, instead of walking up to each other and shaking hands ( to Snerus ) ))
Carver grew tired after quite a long time of quietly following the Ork. He hoped the Ork would lead him somewhere, like a town, but nothing. He stopped, crouched, and readied his bow. He intended in simply taking the deer for himself, it didn't matter to him whether the Ork died or not. He controlled his breathing, almost stopping completely, his body didn't move and it was as if he himself was part of the vegetation around him.
The bow was aimed directly at the Ork - but just as he was about to release the arrow.. he felt someone, or something, behind him. It let out a breath of hot air onto the back of Carver's neck - the scent of blood followed after. He stopped, not moving a muscle. A drop of blood fell out of the creature's mouth and onto Carver's right shoulder, quickly dripping down his clothing. Unsure of what it was, there was only one way to find out.. He slowly turned his head around, just enough to see behind him. His heart skipped a beat - he was face to face with a raptor.
The raptor let out a frightening roar and Carver made a run for it, toward the Ork. The sounds the deer had made along with the smell of fresh kill must have attracted it. Carver ran right past the Ork, shoving him out of the way. He hoped the Raptor would take his attention off of him and onto the Ork, and it worked.
(( Raptor, as in, the dinosaur. Now, I don't know much about dinosaurs but I mean the fast moving, medium sized ones. ))
(( And.. it's everyman for himself when a dinosaur is trying to kill you :tongue.gif: ))
A jolt of surprise hit Snikrot as a man bolted past him, his eyes filled with terror as a shrill filled the air, and Snikrot's attention was immediately drawn to the Raptor.
"Damn 'umies always bringin' dere troubles t'me. I guess it'z time ta hide!" Snikrot dove into the nearby thick underbrush, dissappearing completely as he did so, tossing the deer away. It was unfortunate he had blood over his face, warm thick splatters of the red liquid dotting his face and chest, but Raptors, depsite their keen sense of smell, couldn't predict movement as fast as Snikrot could move, and so he did, not breaking a branch with his velvet tread. Snikrot was able to move behind the raptor before it finally realised he was moving, obviously the deer and the blood is spewed as he tossed it into the brushes opposite of him had led it away. How unfortunate that the raptor also knew that had it focused instead on the slain buck and not Snikrot, it would've perished... And so the Raptor looked, wondering where he was and trying to pick up his scent, which was overwhelmed by the splatters of blood on the ground. Too late however, for Snikrot had laready climbed up a strong, young tree by this time, sitting hidden on a branch, thrusting his legs out as they propelled him at the raptor, who hadn't even time to look at it's killer before Snikrot landed on it's back, stabbing wildly at it's face and ripping it's skull and miniature brain from it's body as the raptor fell down and lay there dead.
((Also, accepted.))
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"For to win one hundred victories in one hundred battles is not the acme of skill. To subdue the enemy without fighting is the acme of skill."
-Sun Tzu
Ragnar was in a state of nirvana sipping his ale savoring every drop. He was completely oblivious to the man who had just taken a seat at his table. The elderly looking man pulled a candle from his robe and without any effort made it float in mid air. Ragnar was amazed by the old mans simple trick " by the gods, how on earth are you doing that old man?" Ragnar still having a death grip on his ale slowly reached out with his free hand to touch the candle. The tavern door swung open making a loud thud as it hit the wall, two men entered the tavern and sat at a table. one of the men was rather large and burly looking the other was thin and had a weasel looking face with a large gap between his front teeth. without a word the bartender placed two large flagons in front of the men and filled it with ale, he then turned and walked back behind his counter nervously trying to wash glasses. "aye boss aint dat' him?" the burly man whispered, "shh you damn fool of course its him!" The Weaselly man stood to his feet and walked over to were Ragnar and the old man was siting followed by his bodyguard. Ragnar was still amazed at the sight of the candle never taking his eyes off it not even to sip his ale. "You know those Goblinz have placed a rather large bounty on your head slave. we come to collect."
Carver ran, and ran. He heard the horrifying sounds of flesh being ripped apart and immiately felt guilt, thinking the Ork had just been killed. He felt bad, but to him, it was all about survival. When he finally reached the forest's edge he spotted a buzzling town in the distance, just what he had been looking for. He slowed down a bit and headed for the town, taking sips from his water canteen on his way there.
(( Should be quite a surprise when he meets the Ork again :ohmy.gif: ))
Quar'sho walked through the forest feeling hollow. He didn't know where to go. He had just lost all that he knew and couldn't do anything but wander, after a while he just accepted that he would simply survive and see what happened.
After wandering for a while he heard a scuffle behind some shrubs. Carefully he parted some branches to inspect the scene and found himself looking at a bulky green figure with the skull of a raptor in his hands, around him the ground was drenched in blood. If such a creature is able to hold his own against a raptor then perhaps it isn't a bad idea to tail this beast-man for protection, Quar'sho thought. Rather than introducing himself to what appeared to be a bloodthirsty savage, Quar'sho remained hidden and chewed on a piece of salted boar that he had prepared before his trip.
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The moral of these stories? Play God, and there is a 100% chance you will be mauled to death by leopard men.
Useful tidbits: Da Roolz - Da Off Topic Specific Roolz
Carver reached the town, quickly blending with the crowds. He made his way to the market district, looking for anything useful, as he rarely got a chance to buy things from town merchants. Sadly, nothing they were selling interested him. He didn't leave empty handed, though. A large crowd gathered around one of the merchant stands - " Come on people, gather ' round, gather 'round! " the merchant was selling what he claimed was magical crystal ball. " 20 coin! ", " .. 50 coin! " the people around him shouted, all trying to one - up each other's bids.
Carver took this opportunity for an easy steal. Some of the people were stupid enough to put their coin filled bags on the merchant's stand while they waited. Carver made his way through the crowd, gently pushing the masses out of the way. He made his way to the front, and managed to snatch one of the bags. He quickly made his way back out of the crowd and casually walked away with the bag in hand. " Aye, who do ya' think you are! " one of the men shouted, having noticed what Carver had just done.
" .. What in the bloody hell are you all waitin' for!? Get him! " he ordered, and every single person followed. Carver made a run for it, pushing people out of the way, jumping over things, you name it. The chase went on for quite a bit, but Carver was able to break their line of sight. He took a turn and pushed his way into the first door he came across, he slammed his shoulder onto it so hard he almost took the door down. The door slammed open and he quickly closed it, putting his back to it and taking quick, short breaths of exhaustion, he realised he had just entered a tavern.
Everyone stared at him from their tables like he was crazy. But he didn't care what they thought of him, what was important was that he had gotten away from that angry mob. The unwanted attention didn't last long, thankfully, as a man let out a loud shriek and stumbled toward the door, accidently bumping into Carver. " Ey, get outta' my way! ", surprisingly the man still acted tough, despite the fact that he had just embarrased himself. Carver laughed, taking advantage of the fact that the man was dazed, maybe drunk, and punched him right across his jaw.
The man collapsed and massaged his jaw. Carver smiled, cracked his knuckles and walked toward the counter. He threw the bag of gold on the counter and gestured for a drink. Oblivious to what was happening at one of the tables behind him.
(( Sorry for the long post >.> ))
(( EDIT: One of the men drew his sword, can we say it was the one who didn't try to grab your character, FireFlower? So the one that stumbled toward the door was the one you attacked.. ? ))
Carver turned as he heard the man scream in pain, he didn't realise, but he had just made someone's fight a lot easier by drawing the man's attention. " What the hell? " he mumbled to himself. A man approached him soon after and offered him a drink. He wasn't one to decline an offer like that, if he could save his coin, why not? " Uh, sure. " Carver said, somewhat confused. He pulled his bag of coin off the counter and intruduced himself. " The name's Carver.. "
((Testing New forum... One... Two... Ha, good, it works now. Damned Minecraft made me reset my browser history.))
"Damn Raptor finks it can outstomp an Ork, ha, well I'z sure did prove 'im wrong." Snikrot grinned and threw the carcass away, stuffing it's still bloody skull into his bag. "But dem humies still aftah me, I'z guess I'z bettah hide b'fore dey find me." And with that, Snikrot rushed into the thick undergrowth of the trees and continued a silent and fast tread into the forest until he encountered a berry bush, and grasped an Ork (Very large) handful of it, smearing it over him and his deer carcass to hide the smell of blood before continuing onwards.
Meanwhile...
"Slay the Orks, let none of the greenskins escape!" The female voice towered and boomed over the rest as she stood atop a large boulder in the center of the greenskin camp, a well-balanced double-sided steel blade slung to her belt, the roman Numeral "3" placed sideways as it's hilt, metal-crafted skulls in the center of each individual "I". She herself was using this finely crafted blade to finish off a particularly large Ork upon the rock, spearing her blade into his forehead and withdrawing it, his blood running over and staining the once white stone. All around her were soldiers with Rapiers and muskets, armoured with heavily padded cloth, steel and iron plates, leathers and blue coats with a white trim. As the last one lay dying, choking on the blood of its brethren, one of them ran in front of her, saluting.
"Orks are neutralized **Inquisitor, The assasin was not found amongst them." He reported, his blade to his side.
"Then continue your walk, kill any Orks that are affiliated with the Ogurz klan, negotiate with their enemies, and keep an eye out for possible strikes from other races, suhc as elves, or those Lizards. March on." She ordered, and tipped her wide brimmed black hat down to the soldier, dismissing him.
((Inquisitor of the humans coming towards Lizard. ** means the person is invincible currently, or rather, 2 skilled 4 U. ALso, as gold is quite rare in the game, we will be using traditional WoW currency, Copper, Silver, and Gold. 100 Copper=1 Silver, 1000 Silver= One Gold. A normal meal would cost around 60 Copper, a Drink, a brew of lowest Qualit, 20 Copper.))
"For to win one hundred victories in one hundred battles is not the acme of skill. To subdue the enemy without fighting is the acme of skill."
-Sun Tzu
** Yeah dude, this new forum completely screwed us over. It's disgusting. I hate it. Too complicated. I'm sure others would love it's new features, but it's just horrible to me. Moved my favorite buttons. I like the new profiles though, they're snazzy. Uh, the person I was roleplaying with hasn't responded for 3 days or so... what should I do? *
((Give it a bit longer, I'll think up an "Intervention" if it Neil doesn't post by tonight,))
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"For to win one hundred victories in one hundred battles is not the acme of skill. To subdue the enemy without fighting is the acme of skill."
-Sun Tzu
((Give it a bit longer, I'll think up an "Intervention" if it Neil doesn't post by tonight,))
** Thanks mate. Really want to get into this, I love your roleplay. Watched you roleplay a lot, studied most of the commoners to Fan Art. Been wanting to roleplay with you for a loooong time. That Inquisitor bit was just, amazing. *
((Sorry guys - I really don't have anything on my mind to post in response. I only really just got this forum to work, and I'm having a writers block. So, yeah, start the intervention or something.))
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To all new RPers... Participate before you Create!
((Sorry guys - I really don't have anything on my mind to post in response. I only really just got this forum to work, and I'm having a writers block. So, yeah, start the intervention or something.))
** Alright, sorry dude. I mean, you guys just want to void that roleplay between me and Neil and I just meet up with the Ork? Best possible thing in this scenario. *
((Ha! No, you won't meet up with my Ork, I have a little friend to introduce you to. His name is Walter, and he is an Imperial enforcer. The outcome of this meeting will determine what challenges you will face, and who you will need to fight. Choose carefully.))
The sight of an imperial banner, Black with a gold outline and a golden eagle standing gracefully upon a white skull appeared over a hill, armoured knights and footsoldiers alike readying themselves for war, making up a small warband that marched towards the elf female and the gremlin, who were in a conversation. They turned their attention towards the warband, curious at what was happening. At the head of the group was a man fully armoured in black steel, a golden eagle crest was at the head of his mantlepiece, a rather large curved longsword to his side. His stride was noble, and his reddish face flled with authority, the orange hair he had groomed to look gentlemanly, yet commanding. There was no doubt this was the one at the head of the Imperial warband, and as he caught sight of the two, he immediately shifted his men towards them. As he came within a few feet of both the Gremlin and Elf, he raised his hand, and the men following him came to a sudden stop, all that was moving was the banner that blew in the wind, and the occasional look of the soldiers to him.
"Greetings My lady Elf, I am Walter Stremford, an Imperial Inquisitor." He bowed slightly, and quicly turned to look at the Gremlin. "I require of your services, and perhaps even those of your Gremlin slave." He continued, noticing the glider by the Gremlin. "I would have it you come with us, to the nearby village to Borrienville. We were just marching there right now to meet with several other headed by another enforcer, if you would."
"For to win one hundred victories in one hundred battles is not the acme of skill. To subdue the enemy without fighting is the acme of skill."
-Sun Tzu
Sneeze, not about to be dragged away so suddenly, sputtered before the woman could speak. "Sorry sir, but I'm not a slave. Just an inventor trying to find his way. Mighty rude to find assumptions that quickly." Dusting his leg off, he looked back to the man. "That being said, I would like you to call me Sneeze, not just gremlin." Smirking, he stared the man in the eyes.
(( We might be stuck in a similar situation. The Viking - like guy hasn't posted in sometime and I think just walking away and leaving him behind would be kind of.. unrealistic. It hasn't been too long, though. So I'll wait, but just letting you know. I wouldn't mind an intervetion :> ))
(( We might be stuck in a similar situation. The Viking - like guy hasn't posted in sometime and I think just walking away and leaving him behind would be kind of.. unrealistic. It hasn't been too long, though. So I'll wait, but just letting you know. I wouldn't mind an intervetion :> ))
** Do a bit more recruiting and bring him with us? ;D *
((It's a damned bar, Grab a drink and get into a one-on-one bar fight with a big dude who wipes the floor with you before a barmaid whacks him over the head with a chair or something.))
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"For to win one hundred victories in one hundred battles is not the acme of skill. To subdue the enemy without fighting is the acme of skill."
-Sun Tzu
Name: Quar'sho (Just say 'kwar-show' really fast)
Age: 47
Race: Saurian
Appearance: Quar'sho has a lithe and compact build that suggests agility and strength (like a greyhound except more humanoid lizard). He is a bit taller than most humans. The leer of his stern yellow eyes is enough to make most men uncomfortable in his presence. His dark green scales are highlighted with bright yellow dots in two rows on his back parallel to his spine.
Sex: Male
Personality: It is hard to surprise Quar'sho, He is incredibly comprehensive and always knows what people are thinking. He distinctly lacks pride, but not understanding of other people's beliefs and motives (sometimes this leads to them being exploited). This understanding came from self taught patience making him not normally warlike in nature, despite this Quar'sho wouldn't hesitate to tear out your throat if you were in between him and something he wants. Recently a sense of empathy for other beings has started to build up within Quar'sho, he still isn't sure what to make of it.
Equipment: Wears a cotton leggings that he made and maintains himself, an ornamental feather on a band around his upper arm, a belt with attached pouches containing various medicinal herbs and a leather loop which holds his razor sharp obsidian maquahuitl.
Biography: Quar'sho was raised in a large community of saurians that had a strong sense of tradition; a single rule broken could mean a great deal of shame. There he was trained in basic survival and combat skills, should one of the neighboring clans decide to declare war. He hadn't really questioned the authority of his community's law until one day on a hunting trip he found some creatures he had never seen before: The group came across a expeditionary group of humans. Immediately the hunting party returned to report the news to the elders of the community. It wasn't nearly a brief discussion before the elders decided to put the humans to death for trespassing on their territory and exploiting their resources (they had taken native plants and wildlife for documentation and eating), leaving one alive as a warning to other humans. about a year later Quar'sho spotted a vast army of humans on the borders of the territory, despite Quar'sho's repeated warnings the elders believed that their soldiers were more than capable of routing any army and Quar'sho was cast out for his insolence. Such a human army was not imaginable by Quar'sho's elders and when they came it was a massacre. They burned down Quar'sho's home village, wrecked the temple pyramid with black powder and killed everyone he knew. When he crossed the border of the jungle and spotted smoke above the rainforest canopy Quar'sho knew there was no going back whichever way it turned out.
Additional Facts: The key to Quar'sho's hidden emotional side is through music, it's the only thing he loves. He isn't particularly tough.
I have a stoned plumber friend who has absolutely no fashion sense and is always telling me weird stories, he is a sad, lonely man...
Useful tidbits: Da Roolz - Da Off Topic Specific Roolz
Carver grew tired after quite a long time of quietly following the Ork. He hoped the Ork would lead him somewhere, like a town, but nothing. He stopped, crouched, and readied his bow. He intended in simply taking the deer for himself, it didn't matter to him whether the Ork died or not. He controlled his breathing, almost stopping completely, his body didn't move and it was as if he himself was part of the vegetation around him.
The bow was aimed directly at the Ork - but just as he was about to release the arrow.. he felt someone, or something, behind him. It let out a breath of hot air onto the back of Carver's neck - the scent of blood followed after. He stopped, not moving a muscle. A drop of blood fell out of the creature's mouth and onto Carver's right shoulder, quickly dripping down his clothing. Unsure of what it was, there was only one way to find out.. He slowly turned his head around, just enough to see behind him. His heart skipped a beat - he was face to face with a raptor.
The raptor let out a frightening roar and Carver made a run for it, toward the Ork. The sounds the deer had made along with the smell of fresh kill must have attracted it. Carver ran right past the Ork, shoving him out of the way. He hoped the Raptor would take his attention off of him and onto the Ork, and it worked.
(( Raptor, as in, the dinosaur. Now, I don't know much about dinosaurs but I mean the fast moving, medium sized ones. ))
(( And.. it's everyman for himself when a dinosaur is trying to kill you :tongue.gif: ))
"Damn 'umies always bringin' dere troubles t'me. I guess it'z time ta hide!" Snikrot dove into the nearby thick underbrush, dissappearing completely as he did so, tossing the deer away. It was unfortunate he had blood over his face, warm thick splatters of the red liquid dotting his face and chest, but Raptors, depsite their keen sense of smell, couldn't predict movement as fast as Snikrot could move, and so he did, not breaking a branch with his velvet tread. Snikrot was able to move behind the raptor before it finally realised he was moving, obviously the deer and the blood is spewed as he tossed it into the brushes opposite of him had led it away. How unfortunate that the raptor also knew that had it focused instead on the slain buck and not Snikrot, it would've perished... And so the Raptor looked, wondering where he was and trying to pick up his scent, which was overwhelmed by the splatters of blood on the ground. Too late however, for Snikrot had laready climbed up a strong, young tree by this time, sitting hidden on a branch, thrusting his legs out as they propelled him at the raptor, who hadn't even time to look at it's killer before Snikrot landed on it's back, stabbing wildly at it's face and ripping it's skull and miniature brain from it's body as the raptor fell down and lay there dead.
((Also, accepted.))
-Sun Tzu
(( Should be quite a surprise when he meets the Ork again :ohmy.gif: ))
After wandering for a while he heard a scuffle behind some shrubs. Carefully he parted some branches to inspect the scene and found himself looking at a bulky green figure with the skull of a raptor in his hands, around him the ground was drenched in blood. If such a creature is able to hold his own against a raptor then perhaps it isn't a bad idea to tail this beast-man for protection, Quar'sho thought. Rather than introducing himself to what appeared to be a bloodthirsty savage, Quar'sho remained hidden and chewed on a piece of salted boar that he had prepared before his trip.
Useful tidbits: Da Roolz - Da Off Topic Specific Roolz
Carver took this opportunity for an easy steal. Some of the people were stupid enough to put their coin filled bags on the merchant's stand while they waited. Carver made his way through the crowd, gently pushing the masses out of the way. He made his way to the front, and managed to snatch one of the bags. He quickly made his way back out of the crowd and casually walked away with the bag in hand. " Aye, who do ya' think you are! " one of the men shouted, having noticed what Carver had just done.
" .. What in the bloody hell are you all waitin' for!? Get him! " he ordered, and every single person followed. Carver made a run for it, pushing people out of the way, jumping over things, you name it. The chase went on for quite a bit, but Carver was able to break their line of sight. He took a turn and pushed his way into the first door he came across, he slammed his shoulder onto it so hard he almost took the door down. The door slammed open and he quickly closed it, putting his back to it and taking quick, short breaths of exhaustion, he realised he had just entered a tavern.
Everyone stared at him from their tables like he was crazy. But he didn't care what they thought of him, what was important was that he had gotten away from that angry mob. The unwanted attention didn't last long, thankfully, as a man let out a loud shriek and stumbled toward the door, accidently bumping into Carver. " Ey, get outta' my way! ", surprisingly the man still acted tough, despite the fact that he had just embarrased himself. Carver laughed, taking advantage of the fact that the man was dazed, maybe drunk, and punched him right across his jaw.
The man collapsed and massaged his jaw. Carver smiled, cracked his knuckles and walked toward the counter. He threw the bag of gold on the counter and gestured for a drink. Oblivious to what was happening at one of the tables behind him.
(( Sorry for the long post >.> ))
(( EDIT: One of the men drew his sword, can we say it was the one who didn't try to grab your character, FireFlower? So the one that stumbled toward the door was the one you attacked.. ? ))
"Damn Raptor finks it can outstomp an Ork, ha, well I'z sure did prove 'im wrong." Snikrot grinned and threw the carcass away, stuffing it's still bloody skull into his bag. "But dem humies still aftah me, I'z guess I'z bettah hide b'fore dey find me." And with that, Snikrot rushed into the thick undergrowth of the trees and continued a silent and fast tread into the forest until he encountered a berry bush, and grasped an Ork (Very large) handful of it, smearing it over him and his deer carcass to hide the smell of blood before continuing onwards.
Meanwhile...
"Slay the Orks, let none of the greenskins escape!" The female voice towered and boomed over the rest as she stood atop a large boulder in the center of the greenskin camp, a well-balanced double-sided steel blade slung to her belt, the roman Numeral "3" placed sideways as it's hilt, metal-crafted skulls in the center of each individual "I". She herself was using this finely crafted blade to finish off a particularly large Ork upon the rock, spearing her blade into his forehead and withdrawing it, his blood running over and staining the once white stone. All around her were soldiers with Rapiers and muskets, armoured with heavily padded cloth, steel and iron plates, leathers and blue coats with a white trim. As the last one lay dying, choking on the blood of its brethren, one of them ran in front of her, saluting.
"Orks are neutralized **Inquisitor, The assasin was not found amongst them." He reported, his blade to his side.
"Then continue your walk, kill any Orks that are affiliated with the Ogurz klan, negotiate with their enemies, and keep an eye out for possible strikes from other races, suhc as elves, or those Lizards. March on." She ordered, and tipped her wide brimmed black hat down to the soldier, dismissing him.
((Inquisitor of the humans coming towards Lizard. ** means the person is invincible currently, or rather, 2 skilled 4 U. ALso, as gold is quite rare in the game, we will be using traditional WoW currency, Copper, Silver, and Gold. 100 Copper=1 Silver, 1000 Silver= One Gold. A normal meal would cost around 60 Copper, a Drink, a brew of lowest Qualit, 20 Copper.))
-Sun Tzu
-Sun Tzu
** Thanks mate. Really want to get into this, I love your roleplay. Watched you roleplay a lot, studied most of the commoners to Fan Art. Been wanting to roleplay with you for a loooong time. That Inquisitor bit was just, amazing. *
** Alright, sorry dude. I mean, you guys just want to void that roleplay between me and Neil and I just meet up with the Ork? Best possible thing in this scenario. *
The sight of an imperial banner, Black with a gold outline and a golden eagle standing gracefully upon a white skull appeared over a hill, armoured knights and footsoldiers alike readying themselves for war, making up a small warband that marched towards the elf female and the gremlin, who were in a conversation. They turned their attention towards the warband, curious at what was happening. At the head of the group was a man fully armoured in black steel, a golden eagle crest was at the head of his mantlepiece, a rather large curved longsword to his side. His stride was noble, and his reddish face flled with authority, the orange hair he had groomed to look gentlemanly, yet commanding. There was no doubt this was the one at the head of the Imperial warband, and as he caught sight of the two, he immediately shifted his men towards them. As he came within a few feet of both the Gremlin and Elf, he raised his hand, and the men following him came to a sudden stop, all that was moving was the banner that blew in the wind, and the occasional look of the soldiers to him.
"Greetings My lady Elf, I am Walter Stremford, an Imperial Inquisitor." He bowed slightly, and quicly turned to look at the Gremlin. "I require of your services, and perhaps even those of your Gremlin slave." He continued, noticing the glider by the Gremlin. "I would have it you come with us, to the nearby village to Borrienville. We were just marching there right now to meet with several other headed by another enforcer, if you would."
-Sun Tzu
Sneeze, not about to be dragged away so suddenly, sputtered before the woman could speak. "Sorry sir, but I'm not a slave. Just an inventor trying to find his way. Mighty rude to find assumptions that quickly." Dusting his leg off, he looked back to the man. "That being said, I would like you to call me Sneeze, not just gremlin." Smirking, he stared the man in the eyes.
** Do a bit more recruiting and bring him with us? ;D *
-Sun Tzu