The Dark Ages

[Tobias116]

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On the continent of Geradru, a problem has risen to the attention of the council's of the nations controlling the continent.
A threat has betrayed them and is now threatening the world (Pun intended).
It is up to the heroes, or villains, to help or destroy, the kingdoms of Geradru.

Character sheet:

Name:
Race:
Age:
Gender:
Personality: (Good, evil, opportunist)
Profession: (example: Mage, Rogue, Warrior, make it up yourself )
Weapons:
Biography.


This is my character sheet:

Name: Stoneface
Race: Ork
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Personality: Aggressive, Sarcastic, Indifferent, Brutal and Opportunist
Profession: Black Ops
Weapons: Brutal Ork Cleaver
Biography:

Stoneface, a very descriptive name. He worked for the Ork Black Ops back in the day, and he kept his Black Op alias. He now works as a mercenary, specializing in ambushes, raids and overall stealthy attacks. He's extremely strong and to some degree immune to magic. He often drinks, and brawl alot. Now he has sided with the forces of Evil, for he thought they'd win. Now he leads a new Black Ops team against the forces of Good, and their villages that are susceptible to raids.


He stopped as the bar door hit his face. The human walked past him, a little scared. The ork rumbled "I'm called Stownface fo' a reason!" And then he went into the dark bar, only torches lighting it.
He walked up to the bartender. "What can I get you?" the bartender asked with a distinct Kradrian (British) accent. "A tankard o' beer." The orc rumbled.

The bartender poured up and gave him the tankard of foaming beer. The ork took it, and sat down at a nearby table and drunk, awaiting some others...

[Nimnim]

(sorry, I'm a bit rusty....so, sorry if I seem noobish.)

Name: Necriliot Alvaria Salvare (pronunciation: Neh-KREE-oh Al-VAIR-ee-uh Sal-VAR-ay)
Race: Half-elf, 1/4 Human, 1/4 demon
Age: 18
Gender: male
Personality: sarcastic, has a dark sense of humor, and can be an asshole at times. Yet he is still willing to help people. especially woman.
Profession: Necromancer/mage/Warrior
Weapons: A katana with a notch at the tip for blood to flow down. and a clawed glove permanently attached to his left hand due to an accident involving a coin that fuses stuff together.
Biography: Necrilot will take any job for the right price. he run's a traveling one-man mercenary business that get's little business...mostly due to the fact that he insults many potential customers.


Necilot's crimson eyes pierced the blackness in one corner of the bar, he sat there with a half empty jug on his table. He scanned the bar, looking for anyone who looked like they had a job for him...he saw no one at all. He sighed, opening up a small bag, "I'm broke...damn. I hate slow days..." he said to himself. Necrilot looked around again, spotting a bored looking ork. He got up from his table and walked over to the ork. "You look like you're in need of some kind of violent assistance in doing something." Necrilot said to the creature, looking him over, "damn...I can never get over how hideous these things are" he thought.

[Schizo]

Name: Sethos
Race: Jackal/Human
Age: 24
Gender: Male
Personality: Wise for his age, but has got a short temper. Incredibly agile and stealthy.
Profession: Assassin + Embalmer
Weapons: Two Khopesh and A Poison Dagger.
Biography: Sethos is from the country of Manu, and lived in the continent Jakilus. This continent is populated by the Human/Jackal race, their leader is Anubis. They have a strict rivialry with the Hawk/Human race ruled by Horus. Sethos has become a very skilled and a well talented Assassin, coupled with his skill of Embalming (preparing bodies and mummifying them) he can remove all traces of his victim once dead so that no-one can identify the body. With these skills he is a well sought after Assassin and charges a high price. He has the head of a Jackal so has incredible sight, hearing and smell, but the body of a human. Not much is known of his mother or father, because as a child his race are left at a young age to fend for themselves.

Sethos had just returned from a job, a very high profile job at that. He had still not recieved payment yet but if any information got out about who ordered the hit their reputation would be it tatters and there would be an uprising within the kingdom, so he knew he would get paid. He stood in the corner of the pub, watching and listening. Just seeing if anything would peek his interest. He had noticed an Elf sat in the corner, his crimson eyes were unmissable.

"I'm called stoneface fo' a reason!"

He heard a dark grumble from the door, an ork walked in and over to the bar. He odered a drink and then sat down. At this point the Elf in the corner and sat next to him, "You look like you're in need of some kind of violent assistance in doing something." He heard it clear as day even though the Elf had whispered it. <Looks like i have a little competition> he thought to himself.

(What is the Kingdom, Town, Village called where we are??)

[Tobias116]

(We're in a bar in the neutral territory between the evil and the good factions, the country is called Hamar, and the town is Cindara.)
(Also, my character is closely related to the orcs of Warhammer, so if you need references for speech and such, you got it there.)

The Ork looked at the human demon elf with his red eyes. He lifted the tankard to his mouth and drank the foaming liquid. He then put it down.
He grinned and rumbled "I'm seeking employment. If ya got some, I be willing to take it." He said, as his eyes pierced the human demon elf's.

He then picked with a small toothpick inbetween one of his tusks. He then threw the pick to the floor.

"I need you to kill someone." The human demon elf said.

[Nimnim]

(shouldn't you say that stoneface said that? lol)

[Tobias116]

(I though you needed an orc for an assignment, so I made one up )

[Nimnim]

(remember I'm looking for an assignment, not asking for assistance with an assignment)

[Tobias116]

(But I meant that you wanted me to do an assignment for you, but anyways..)

The Ork smiled at the human demon elf and said "I want you to follow me on a raid in a small dwarven village to the east, they are keeping supplies for the Kradrian military inside it. We're gonna find it, and steal it."

The human demon elf ( ) smiled and said "I accept."

[Schizo]

Sethos listened carefully to their plan on how to raid the dwarven village. They were planning to attack at night as then it would be least guarded, and dwarves really like their sleep, and their ale in the evening. Sethos was wondering if he could attempt to ambush the Ork and the Elf/Human before they got their and steal the supplies from under their noses. He would then alert the dwarves and it would be the Ork and the Elf that got caught red handed! Sethos took out a knife and began to sharpen his long claws as he carried on listening to their conversation...The claw sharpening helped him think, he decided that he may need someone else to help him on his ambush, either that or become friends with the Ork and Elf then decieve them at the last minute. *Scratch scratch scratch* he sharpened his nails to fine points before standing up and leaving the pub....