Arcana and Steam: A World in Peril (OOC)

Morgoth

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In the beginning, there were only the Gods. They breathed life into the trees, and they became Elves. They hewed forms from the stones, and they became the Dwarves. They molded the very elements together and gave birth to Humanity. They shattered the Great Diamond, a precious gem larger than a mountain, and from its shards sprang the Gnomes. They took the flames of Imluan, flowing deep under the surface, and forged them into the Dragons. They even molded the deepest darkness of the cosmos into the Demons.

The Gods handed to the mortal races the gift of Civilization. The Gods bestowed upon them the blade of Magic.

Over the Ages (6 of them), the races evolved, generating countless sub-races. The powerful magic of the Cataclysms (each marked the passing of an Age), helped to alter the very form of Imluan, and those who dwelt upon it.

In the year 3,678 of the 6th Age, the Human inventor, Alfred Kiston developed a startling and breath-taking new technology, steam power. His discovery ignited five-hundred years of relative peace as the scientists and engineers of Imluan joined together to further the cause of Science.

Gunpowder, dynamite, locomotion, and iron sailing-ships now joined with arrows, catapaults, and the magical spells that three millenia of spell-casters had developed.

Once again, Imluan changed with the birth of Garothos (4,178). A man with mad dreams of power who built an army. An army that built him an empire (4,214). An empire that he would use to build a new world order.

With the construction of the Prelven ("The Destined," in the tongue of the Dragons) Empire, the startling technological progress that had come before screeched to a halt, and changed direction in a sudden series of days.

Both the kingdoms of Imluan, and the Prelven Empire hired the services of countless scientists, but unlike the clandestine technologies of the past, they were ordered to set their minds to ideas of war.

And so, the nations of the world built up unique, and often terrible technologies and armies for three thousand years. No Great War emerged- no aggression came from the Prelven Empire. The rulers of the world aged, and died. All but Garothos...

The Emperor had found immortality, its secrets torn from the very stars by his top scientific minds. He waited, patiently allowing the years to slip away and his Empire to come to the forefront of the world's powers.

Then, in the year 7, 994, Garothos declared a War of Domination upon the remaining nations of Imluan. His armies marched forwards, supplemented by both Steam and Arcana. Fireballs rained from the skies as enormous metal constructs trampled over the soft earth.
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The year is 7,998, and the War of Domination rages on. The nations of Imluan stand divided, slowly giving way to the Prelven juggernaut.

The nations of Imluan are as follows:

Telkor, the Kingdom of Gnomes
Capital City: Coppermount
Ruled by: The Grand Creator, Berko Blozwist

Ulvire, the Kindom of Men
Capital City: Eliorne
Ruled by: The King, Letrel Profiel, and The Lord Advisor, Ustel Mursore

Stronleg, the Kingdom of Dwarves
Capital City: Irongate
Ruled by: The King, Gordrin Fortindorl

Firanal, the Kingdom of Elves
Capital City: Tarlonel
Ruled by: The Eldest, Marielanor Ovinterath

Mordien, the Kingdom of Demons
Capital City: Dir
Ruled by: The Lord General, Ustivel Stringoral

Livrotolgaren, the Kingdom of Dragons
Capital City: Dragonmount
Ruled by: The Council of Wyrms

Prelven Empire, the Kingdom of Garothos
Capital City: Sordinla
Ruled by: The Emperor, Garothos
Note: The Prelven Empire is made up of all races, its citizens all following Garothos with a blind, desperate zeal.
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The source of the races is detailed above, but the races themselves are detailed below. Moreover, all the races have spread to all other kingdoms, and while they don't come close to making up the majority in those nations, they are often a vocal, and powerful minorities:

Elves- While incrediby long-lived (1,000+), the Elves are not immortal. They stand tall, with the average height being 6'5". Skilled woodsmen, elves are noted for the often methodical and patient way they approach problems. Elves are often difficult to form relationships with, since they view most other races as either too short-lived and impetuous, or simply, below them.

Dwarves- Living as long as the Elves, the Dwarves are most comfortable under the ground, with the stones from whence they came. Mighty warriors, the Dwarves have a long tradition of military excellence. They resemble Humans, but are shorter, with the average Dwarf standing 4'5", and are much stockier. While not as difficult to bond with as Elves, Dwarves are often brash and proud of their heritage.

Humans- Err, yeah, you know.

Gnomes- The Gnomes have the life-span of an average human (80 years), and like many humans, seek to accomplish something in their lives. Noted engineers, the Gnomes are renowned for their often insane inventions. Short in stature, the average Gnome is 3'5".

Dragons- Massive beasts, well-versed in arcana, they can live to be over 4,000 years old. The Dragons also created for themselves a number of Servitor races, all of draconic descent, but much smaller in both size and power. These Servitor races evolved from their originally primitive states, and now, while respected by the dragons and often even looked upon as equals, are often regared as second-class by all other races. The average dragon is nearly 20' in height, and 40' in length. The draconic race only has 2,457 surviving dragons. The rest of Livrotolgaren is made up of the Servitors, a considerable amount. The Servitors are the size of a Human, and all have distinctly draconic features. Despite the respect and attitude of equality expressed by the Dragons, the Servitors still choose to serve them, regarding their creators in an almost deific light.

Demons- Living in a strict, military state, the Demons are aggressive creatures that range widely in form. The smallest of the Demons stand 5', while the largest can stand 20'. Demons are long-lived, with the average demon living 800 years. Demons are born into their class, based on which form their parent (and so, the child) held. Some are hideous beasts, while others appear as impossibly beautiful. No two Demons are absolutely identical, but all are highly-trained in the arts of war, as well as the proper military hierarchy.
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Only thing I'm recycling is the religion, since I'm too lazy (and busy!)to try and create a solid, substantive religion at the moment.

Devdrel: God of Life, Valor, Courage, and Nobility(in deed, not birth)
Estruviel: Goddess of Balance, Nature, the Mortal Races
Holvidrien: God of Chaos, Death, the Afterlife(none are necessarily evil)

Together, the Three form the Pantheon. The Three look down with as much benevolence as immortals can gather, performing their duties dilligently.

When a mortal dies, his soul is judged by Holvidrien. If the soul has lived a normal, unremarkable life, it is reincarnated as a mortal of the same race. If the soul has performed great evil (in the eyes of Holvidrien, not other mortals), that soul is dissipated- a process that completely eradicates that soul. If the soul has performed great good (in the eyes of Holvidrien, not other mortals), it is allowed to pass into the Afterlife, an unending, untroubled paradise where no one, not even the Three, can enter.

The Pantheon has a temple in every major city all across the world (Yes, even in the Prelven Empire). The temples are quite places, where worshippers can go to pray, as well as to give praise, to the Three. The Three rarely grant wishes or prayers, but at times, they have been known to.
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Each of the mortal nations occupies a different continent, this intersting geographic feature a product of war, 5 Cataclysms, and immensely powerful magic. The names of the continents have long been forgotten, and they are only referred to by their nation's name anymore.

(If someone can help me out with how to upload images, I'll be glad to post a map)
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This is a general casting call, going out to anyone interested. If you are interested, please post your desired character (requirements are below). If you intend on playing a Dragon or Demon, please PM first so we can ensure that your character will fit in. I plan to be a general moderator, and I'll be filling in the role of various characters. I may also have my own personal character, but that decision is far from made. In any case, here is a small character bio that, if you're interested in writing, you can fill out:

Name:
Sex:
Ranks:
Race:
Place of Birth:
Age:
Height:
Weight:
Eyes:
Hair:
Skin color:
Physique:
Weapons:
Background:
Description:

Thanks for reading so far, and I hope to see you in the IC!
 
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Vetch

Morgoth, this is an idea for my character, feel free to change anything you like if it doesn't match with the idea of the world, since I'm taking liberties.

Name: Vetch
Sex: Male
Ranks: ???
Race: Demon
Place of Birth: Sordinla
Age: 200
Height: 5'10
Weight: 200 lbs with enhancements
Eyes: All black
Hair: Very little, what he does have is dark and wiry
Skin color: Mottled black
Physique: Short and stocky, arms and legs slightly longer than normal proportionate to torso size
Weapons: see description
Background:
Vetch is the offspring of two of the lowest classes of demons, spending most of his 200 years working as menial labour for the higher ranking demons in Sordinla. Considered expendable by most other demons, a demon of Vetch's class was one among many in the hordes used by the demon army as basically cannon-fodder.
During one patrol in which they were sent into Telkor on a scouting expedition, Vetch's horde was attacked and routed by some of Garothos' units, but not before Vetch was cut off from the escape route. He was able to hide in a small cave, where he came across a gnome who had been in the area and seen Garothos' unit approaching, so took cover in the cave as well.
Garothos' men took up camp near the cave and it looked like the two men were trapped, but the gnome snuck out at night and retrieved portions of the steam-powered automatons that Garothos used and fashioned a weapon for Vetch (see description).
Together they stormed out of the cave at night when most of the men were on patrol, and were able to kill the three nearby guards before fleeing.
Description:
As a demon of the lowest rank, Vetch is not blessed with powerful strength or magical abilities, and instead is somewhat shorter and smaller than a human. However, his blood acts as a potent acid to organic material, making it dangerous to attack him at close range with bladed weapons. Vetch has been able to harness this effect by implanting barbed metal tubes in parallel rows down his back on either side of his spine, which lead down across his body and down his arms into two metal talons that have been attaced to the back of his hands. These tubes can draw some of his blood into the talons which can can then be used to attack opponents, thereby delivering the acid. However, each use will be painful and weakening as his blood is forcefully pumped from his body. Vetch can increase his blood production by feeding on the blood of other creatures, but this takes time. Vetch also carries a few vials of his blood with him which he can throw with skill. Vetch's skin is immune to his own acid.
 
Looks good, Sodalitas.

After a few more interested people put up their bios, I'll start up the IC thread.
 
i plan to post, I just had trouble coming up with a story yesterday
 
Name: Uchantus Lynn
Sex: Male
Ranks: Noble Lord
Race: Demon (White Tiger)
Place of Birth: Dir
Age: 450
Height: Six feet two inches
Weight: Appearing to be about 225 but due to a high body density is actually 325
Eyes: (Human) Green (Tiger) Reverse cat's eye, yellow slit with black surrounding
Hair: White
Skin color: Light tan
Physique: Toned and fit
Weapons: Reen (See description) Rend
Background: Uchantus as little need for politics at the moment and serves his demon kin if it suits him and only if a higher house orders or asks him too, there are not too many that stand higher but a far more that stand equal at least in the eyes of the politicians, in his eyes only one clan stands higher the house of The Lord General, Ustivel Stringoral. His only desire is to travle the world on foot living out his life and seeking out the strongest people to figth with. With Reen and Rend he wanders the world never being in one place for too long and without a true destination. Be wary and do not obstruct his path he will undoubtedly see is as a challenge. Failing to treat him with respect will instanly gain the onslaught of Reen unless she is kept silent by Uchantus. He does hold a goal and that is to be leader of the world and build a legacy of peace for that is the goal of a true warrior, to find peace.
Description: Uchantus appears to all on lookers as human and rarely shifts into his true form as a a large white tiger. In this form he stands ten feet high and twenty feet long, his speed in unnaturally fast for a creature of his size and is nearly uncatchable. In his human form this speed carries with him though not able to run nearly as fast it can be estimated that he can be at a stand and run to a cruising speed of sixty miles an hour within ten seconds his heart allows him to keep this pace for quite some time. This is however, a waste of energy to him its only use is in battle, with this speed he can destroy his target or targets in very little time. He is agile and quick as a tiger able to stop nearly instantaenously and change direction another battle advantage.
Uchantus travles with two companions, Rend and Reen. Rend appears to be a young elven male a mere child with stark blonde hair and green eyes with a pale complextion, he wears only brown pants. He is young and very naive and useally bows to Reens will. He will never question Uchantus and his loyalty to him is absolute. Reen appears to be a young woman around eightteen years old as human years. Her hair is silver and her eyes a misty blue, she is strong willed and hot-tempered and fiercly confident, just like her master Uchantus. Her hot temper only is shown to Rend and the people they encounter, twoard her master she is just as obedient and loyale as Rend. Reen and Rend are not people however they are two very powerful sentiant swords, only useable by their master they are forever bound to him and are happy to see him through his battles. When Uchantus takes one of their hands they revert back into the sword. Reen is a long blade about three and a half feet from pommel to tip and two inches wide. She continously strenghtens his fighting prowess and the longer a battle goes on the stronger and more skillful does he become. His skill, speed and sight grow, until he is just as fast as he is in demon form, it takes around ten mintues to reach this height but he noticeably gets stronger very minute. Reen is his main weapon and will nearly always be his first choice. Rend is a sword made best for battleing large creatures ie other demons or Dragons. The blade his huge stading as tall as Uchantus hilt to tip, it has a creasant tip meant to give more cutting power through hard objects. The width of the blade is nearly six inches, along its legnth are small barbs about and inch in legnth that when these touch and hard object they grow to one foot in an instant jutting out at an estimated rate of 350psi. Both swords grow as they travle with Uchantus and as the learn through their experiences they will change shape and form gain new abilities and in a sense grow up. Reen's blade is a silver blue and Rends is charcoal black with a red stripe of flame running in its center, he's young and thinks it looks cool. As Uchantus travles and enouters others it is rare that he speaks with those he considered low class and beneath him. Much of the talking is done by Reen and Rend, he speaks only when nessacary and let's his actions do his talking for him, or the kids.
 
Name:Eirik Bloodaxe
Sex:male
Ranks:Mountain King
Race: Dwarf
Place of Birth:Mt. Kalagorm
Age:300
Height:4'10
Weight:275
Eyes:grey
Hair:red
Skin color:white
Physique:less then one percent body fat
Weapons:two handed axe, Gramr, and throwing axes
Background: Eirik is a warrior born of warriors. The bloodaxe clan has long held the position of masters of mount kalagorm. The bloodaxe name has always carried with it the position of champion of stronleg which Eirik now holds. He is universally known among the dwarves as the greatest warrior since the first age. he carries the magical axe Gramr, forged by the greatest smith of the first age and imbued with ancient eldritch magic making it indestructible and never dulling. it also holds an ancient secret power that only the wielder knows until he reveals it in need. Amongst the dwarves of stronleg, his status his second only to the king and in many ways he wields more power. He refuses to allow Garothos a foothold in Stronleg.
 
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I understand that the majority of the characters posted so far seem immensely powerful, and in all honesty, they are. Nevertheless, they were cleared with me beforehand, and these strenths will bring with them a unique, and significantly tougher set of challenges than characters such as Vetch would encounter.

As such, please don't feel intimidated by the characters so far. There's definitely still room on Imluan for more. There are still a few people who PM'ed me, but haven't posted their bios, and I'd like to wait for all of them to have that finished up before I begin the IC.

So, once again, I'm inviting everyone to throw up a bio, or at the least send me a message with some half-formed idea or interest!
 
If I may... please tell me if anything doesnt fit well and I'll gladly change it

Name: Katan Rainstrider
Sex: Male
Ranks: Ranger-Captain
Race: Elf
Place of Birth: Talornel
Age: 327
Height: 6'3"
Weight: 180
Eyes: Turquoise
Hair: Golden yellow
Skin color: Tan
Physique: Slim but well-built
Weapons: Longbow - Armendir, Longsword - Eloran, Elven daggers.

Armor: Inter-locking, ornate light plate over mithril chain and padding. Runes etched into the armor along with its intricate and beautiful patterns further enhances the protection provided without hindering movement in the slighest. The colors of the plate are gold and mithril silver, with a cloak of deep crimson, symbolizing the beautiful autumns of the forests surrounding Talornel.

Background: Born into a military family in the magnificent capital city of Talornel, Katan was inducted into the military academy at a very young age at the insistence of his father, the Ranger-General and commander of the Talornel defense forces. Possessing the natural grace and agility of his people, Katan was also exceptionally gifted in the use of longbow and sword, and rose quickly through the ranks upon completion of his training. His weapons, Armendir and Eloran are family heirlooms, with intricate elven runes etched into the wood of the shaft and steel of the blade, greatly enhancing the already exceptional craftsmanship of the Elves.

A skilled leader who excells at ambush attacks, Katan also cares deeply for his friends, companions and subordinates, and would gladly lay his life on the line to keep them and his beloved homeland from harm.
 
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Excellent bios all, and Furion9, it's a pleasure to have you aboard.
 
I tried to resist

I've PM'd a couple of thoughts to Morgoth (very vague, very brief) but will work one or another of them out - depending on his preference.

Assuming that you all won't mind a girlie kind joining in, I'd really love to play. Speak now or well... you know the deal. ;)
 
Name: Ara'vilar Amastacia
Sex: male
Ranks: ??
Race: Elf
Place of Birth:Tarlonel
Age: 153
Height: 6'3
Weight: 180
Eyes: Green
Hair: Silver
Skin color: copper-ish? ?
Physique: slim, but somewhat wide in the shoulders, so strongly built.
Weapons: 2 elven longswords, studded leather armor

Background: Growing up in the capital, he had lots of opportunities to move higher in society, unforunately he was not born of a higher status. Consequently, he ended up starting out as a tracker. Living near the edge of the city, with the forest, hunting animals and tracking criminals occasionally. He got bored with it after a few decades and realized he had more natural talent for magic than he did when he was a child. Taking the money he earned he attended a number of years in school. Coming out, he learned how to cast spells proficiently with the constraints of light armor. He became a sucess story, more or less with some of those he knew when he was younger, and has since worked hard as a warrior/tracker mage to bring home money to his parents. He now travels to see what else he can learn, and what interesting things he can bring for his little siblings, besides interesting adventure stories.

Description: Wears a green cloak with the inside lined a greyish color, and studded leather armor under it. His silver hair is long and flowing normally tucked under the cloak, but he keeps a leather tie to tie it down.
 
All confirmed with Magroth, here comes....

Name: Cecil Johansson
Sex: Male
Ranks: Apprentice alchemist, apprentice gunsmith
Race: Human
Place of Birth: Coppermount
Age: 26
Height: 5' 7"
Weight: 177lbs
Eyes: blue
Hair: brown
Skin color: white (pale)
Physique: slim build, wiery
Weapons: revolver, knife
Background: Cecil's family moved to Coppermount to escape the war before he was born. while he was growing up there, he learned alot about the gnomish culture, and acquired a fascination with technology and alchemy. Knowing that war was always close, Cecil chose an apprenticeship in gunsmithy so that he could both defend himself, and furthur his love of technology. Along with this, he was thaught the basics of chemicals and powders for the crafting of bullets
Description: A slight of build man, Cecil tends to wear a well-fitting white suit (which cost him alot!). His skin has a palor to it, gained from living and working away from the glare of the sun for most of his life. To this end, he nearly always wears a pair of tinted goggles to protect his eyes. He carries a backpack stuffed with alchemical supples.
 
Name: Fiandorel
Sex: female
Race: Dragon
Place of Birth: Livrotolgaren
Age: 796
Height at shoulder: 15 feet
Length: 30 feet
Eyes: sapphire blue
Scale color: opalescent
Abilities: Now you didn't think I was going to give everything away here, did you?

Background: Fiandorel is the only white from a clutch sired by the Great White Wyrm himself and is now one of his attendants. As such, she is privy to many "private" conversations and discussions and even some decision-making. She's curious to a fault and in truth, doesn't much like what she does overhear.

Description: A white dragon, she is younger than most, and her quickness of tongue often attests to that fact. She is willful in a way uncommon to the whites, but has a strong conviction in her principles of truth and honor bright.

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Truth, I've been considering the possibility that I might be isolating this character by making her Dragon, but the idea appeals. I have a second idea, but not sure if I will bring her in or not... I'll see.

Oh, and don't feel cheated by the brief and rather vague background or descriptions. I'm working on it.

By the way, behind the scenes plotting and scheming is always welcome. ;)
 
Love all the characters so far. Just waiting on the last few and we'll be all set!
 
sounds cool, I just hope my character is able to hold his own in combat <.<
>.>
 
I assure you, combat is the but one of the many challenges I hope Imluan presents! While those skilled in the blade, the fist, or magic may have this individual challenge facilitated, 1) there is always something bigger, scarier, and stronger out there, and 2) they may not fare as well against other obstacles.

Therefore, while your character may not be the most martial of those put down so far, they excel in other areas.
 
sweet!! it's not all about getting our butts kicked!!

'cept that's a lot of demons .... I don't know if we can handle that ....
 
rengadeirishman said:
try to stick close to ol eirik, his axe is big enough for three

lol renegade, 'cept i'm pretty sure i'd rather just stick myself behind you and act as magical artillery and pound them from behind :p
 
heh heh dibs on his axe-arm side. meat shield ftw :p

As far as the isolation goes, I'm sure we'll come up with a way for all our characters to meet. And who knows...-some- ;) of us might know an additional language or two.
 
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