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Scaronus
Topic Started: Jul 1 2007, 10:58 PM (831 Views)
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Scaronus is a world set back in a time of magic and medieval-ness. Inter-world portals are common and Scaronus is linked to many other worlds.

It is populated by 4 races:

Human: You all know what they are. They migrated to Scaronus using magical portals when they're previous homeworld was destroyed.

Elves: One of the oldest races in Scaronus. They clame to be natives to Scaronus but this fact is disputed.Once again, most people know what they look like.

Draeksikans: They are most definately the natives of Scaronuis whose records go back to the beginning of Time. They dislike the elves since the elves also claim they are natives.They are roughly humanoid but are covered with scales and have a prominent tail.

Flarjons: Flarjons are the newest addition to Scaronus. They are bristly balls of tentacles and spines with 3 eyes. They come from another world and many of them inhabit Scaronus because they are constantly in wonder of the forests. Their world is just one big desert so they had never seen a forest before.

You can pick a character from the list above and you are not allowed to control other peoples characters. You are not allowed to godmod or anything like that. You are allowed to control NPC's but not ones that other characters made up.
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So what kind of character form should we use? Or do we not use one and just kind of tell people our info as we go along?
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The Character Forms are pretty normal, here's my character:

Name: Shuj'Ken
Age: 231
Race: Elf
Appearance: He is a tall and rugged Elf of the long estranged barbarian elves. He is dressed in furs and has a large axe. His face has a scar running across his left eye.
Weapon/s: A two-handed Axe and several small throwing axes secreted in his clothes.
Abilities: He is very skilled with the axe and has a rudimentary grasp of fire magic.
Job: A caravan guard.

Your first post has to be the form about your character.
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Name: D'Ae'Kon'Yt (Pronounced deh-AY-KOHN-it)
Age: 194
Race: Draeksikan
Appearance: Average height for Draeksikans, wears scarlet plate armor and black wristbands. His eyes are maroon, but only the right one can be seen. His left eye is covered by a grey eyepatch.
Weapons: Twinblades and throwing knives
Abilities: He practices the ancient Draeksikan art of En'Dai, which is a mixture between twinblade mastership and elemental magic. He uses both at the same time when fighting.
Job: D'Ae'Kon'Yt teaches En'Dai to Draeksikan students.

((BTW I love your ideas of Draeksikans, is it original?))
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Name: Orsan Thumb-Crusher
Age: 32
Race: Human
Appearance: While the human rumors claim Orsan is a giant of immense strength, he is actually only slightly stronger than the average human. It is his extreme intelligence that sets him a knotch above the other humans. He is 5"11 and slightly muscular, with short black hair. He wears a a a dark tunic, and black trousers, along with a black cloak.
Weapons: He carries around two kamas, which are small scythes, and a wooden sword. He can throw the kamas.
Abilities: He has a fine eye for detail, and can notice tiny changes in a person to determine their honesty, personality, and many other things. Unknown to most other people, he knows a small amount of thunder magic.
Job: He's commander of a small, but powerful, mercenary group, often hired by the king to handle his "dirty" jobs.
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Jul 3 2007, 06:59 PM


((BTW I love your ideas of Draeksikans, is it original?))

I read it in a book somewhere.

Shuj'ken slammed his empty tankard down on the wooden bench of the bar.

'You call that ale?'

The Flarjon bartender made a rude and indescribable motion with his tentacles. 'Yes, I rather think I do.'

'Well I'm not paying three Scrandriks for it!' roared Shuj'ken, drawing his axe. 'You $^@%ing tentacle heads can all go back to where you came from!'
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Meanwhile, in a quiet study accompanied only by the sounds of turning pages and flickering candlelight, D'Ae'Kon'Yt sat, reading. It was a rather thin book, supposedly written on "ancient paper" but D'Ae'Kon'Yt knew otherwise. He also found that the book's name was just overrating the book itself and that this book, unlike most he had read, could be told from it's cover, that is, if the one looking at the cover recognized that the title overrated the book. The title of the book was "Ancient and Amazing Mysteries and Teachings of the Ancient Art of En'Dai". D'Ae'Kon'Yt finished the last chapter, not having learned anything from the entire book. "Honestly, an Elf could do better." remarked D'Ae'Kon'Yt, in a slightly bad mood.

Ten minutes later he was outside, walking around town. It was getting dark, and he supposed he should head back to his study soon, and then to his house. And then he found it. Lying on the ground, completely lost, something that just didn't look right on a Draeksikan road. D'Ae'Kon'Yt picked it up, examining it. It was a brass sphere just a little bit smaller than a cannonball and it looked Elvish, with curvy writings all over it. "Damn Elves, always losing stuff. What the hell were they doing in a Draeksikan town? Up to no good, no doubt." said D'Ae'Kon'Yt, suddenly aware of the silence. He could see lights of the houses and other buildings in the town, but heard almost nothing. There were crickets, but no human noises. "What the..." said D'Ae'Kon'Yt, quite puzzled. He started walking back to his study, with the brass sphere in his pocket, looking only at the ground, just thinking, thinking about what could of happened. "Maybe it's nothing" he said to himself, and he continued up the road to his study.
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The village of Kilvas was Orsan Grint's favorite bar. Of course, everyone there knew him as "Thumb-Crusher." Orsan enjoyd peace and quiet, especially after a mission, and no place was better than The Silver Badger, one of Kilvas's bar. Orsan had just completed a mission high in the mountains, and the strain f the high altitude had taken it's toll. He was sitting at the bar, looking into his mug. Next to him was Rennac, his second-hand man. Most knew him as "Streak," because he moved incredibly fast when he wanted to. Rennac, as usual, was talking to one of the prettier bar maids. As Orsan was taking a drink, another man slammedhis drink onto the table. No, it wasn't a man, but an elf. Orsan, hating to see the peace disturbed, walked over to the elf's table. Over the short walk, Orsan annalyzed the elf, noticing the way he held himself, and saw that he was approaching someone with the potential an incredible warrior. He tossed a coin to the bartender.
"Get this elf your finest ale." He said to the bartender.
He turned to the elf.
"I have a proposition for you. I want you to join my mercenary group. See me when you're done if you're interested." With that, Orsan walked back to his stool. Rennac hadn't even noticed he was gone.
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Shuj'ken finished the ale the human had given him and walked over to the human's stool. Shuj'ken grinned as he looked at the battle-scarred man.

'You must be this famous Thumb-Crusher I've been hearing about.' He extended his hand.

'My name's Shuj'ken and you're in luck. I just finished guarding the merchant caravan here a few hours ago and I was looking for new work.'
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Before D'Ae'Kon'Yt got to his study, he realized what he should do. Go to the town of Kilvas and find the artifact man there. He could tell D'Ae'Kon'Yt about the brass sphere, and hopefully, just keep the damned thing. So that's what D'Ae'Kon'Yt did. He caught a carriage to Kilvas, which wasn't too far away.

Where the carriage left D'Ae'Kon'Yt was a bar, with a few people sitting there. D'Ae'Kon'Yt did not notice the elf, and quietly said "Gah, I need a drink." He walked up to the bar, sat down on a stool a couple of stools away from the elf. He payed the bartender, and as he waited for his drink, looked to the side. "Gahh!" D'Ae'Kon'Yt loudly yelled, for he had just seen the elf.
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Orsan smiled when the elf called him "Thumb-Crusher." He took Shuj'ken's hand.
"Call me Orsan." He replied. "I'm a mercenary, as you may know, and I've been hired by the king to find an artifact."
Orsan pulled out a piece of cloth and handed it to the elf. On the cloth was a picture of a brass sphere.
"The king says that this is an artifact of immense wealth," Orsan started. "But, I did a little research. Long ago, the elders of men came from the sea to this land. With them they brought ancient artifacts that could amplify the power of magic. These were known as angreal. Then, with the metals that they found in this new land, they were able to form even more powerful angreal, which were known as ter'angreal. The ter'angreal had the power to level cities. I believe that the sphere we are dealing with is a ter'angreal. If the person to find it had even the tiniest spark of magic in them, they could destroy this bar without breaking a sweat." Orsan paused to clear his throat. "This is a very dangerous mission. Are you interested?"
Rennac, who had been turned down by the bar maids, came back at this point.
"Who the hell is this?" He asked in a demanding tone.
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Shuj'ken turned around when he heard a yell.

'A Draeksikan!' he roared as he brandished his axe, brushing aside Orson's friend.
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"Whoa, easy. Easy. I couldn't help but overhear your friend over there." D'Ae'Kon'Yt said. "I have something for you. But you gotta promise you won't send all your little elf friends out to get me, cause that just wastes my time. Anyway. I believe I have the ter'angreal or whatever the hell the human was talking about. You want it?" asked D'Ae'Kon'Yt, pulling it out of his coat, and holding it like it was nothing. Well, it was nothing, to him at least. D'Ae'Kon'Yt dropped it on the counter. "Don't go smashing my house or anything. Just use it for whatever you know... but please, leave me alone." said D'Ae'Kon'Yt, starting to walk away.
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The tension between the two was rising. Just as a fight was about to break out, half a dozen arrows flew through the open windows. They struck the bartender and three drunks.
"Rennac!" Orsan called. "Get the sphere!"
Rennac reached for the orb as another volley of arrows came through the window. One of the arrows hit him in the hand. He grabbed the arrow and pulled it out. Clutching his wounded hand, he pulled out a bandage and began wrapping his hand. One of the arrows had struck the orb and caused it to roll off the table. A score of armed men burst through the door. One of them grabbed the orb before anyone could react. He ordered the rest of them to retreat. The attack was over as soon as it began.
"Damn it!" Shouted Orsan. "They got the orb. Rennac, do you know who they were?"
Rennac finished wrapping his hand. "It seems like another mercenary group."
Orsan turned to the Elf and Draeksikan.
"It seems we have a problem."
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D'Ae'Kon'Yt turned around. "What? What are you looking at me like that for? Oh god no... if you want me to help you... I'm sorry, but I've had enough of this mess with ancient artifacts and all that shit. I just want to be left alone..." said D'Ae'Kon'Yt, feeling as though Orsan would make D'Ae'Kon'Yt go adventuring with him.
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