Casting Fantasy OOC: Meager Begginings

[RoneLith]

In Character History: Nearly Twenty years ago a war had been faught that had engulfed the entire world. It was not for any one power to try and secure total conquest but rather a point in history when the many races, growing tired of racial predjudice, began to loose sense of the core values of life and preferred the hard truth of death. Humans, Elves, Dwarfs, Orc, Goblin, Dragon, Giant not a race was sparred from the fighting. Not long after the War had begun, a few of the smaller races began to die out and became exstinct. Gnomes and Halflings were among those now no longer living. The populations of all races were serverly cut, some managed to escape with only half their population killed the races of Human, Elven and Dwarf were among these. Other races such as the Dragons and Lizard Men along with the Ogres have nearly been decimated only a tenth of their population remaines. No one remembers what caused it or who the only truth that is realized by all is that their once beautiful world now lies in ruin.

Not only did the races of the world suffer but the planet as well, permantely scarred by the fighting, as the whole world begins to heal......

But none of that mattters to you, infact you may not even care about what happend twenty years ago, the only question on either your conscious or unconscious mind is, Why am I living in this tiny village and barely living at that?

You are young and able born soon after the fighting had stopped you have reached maturity and now contemplate your course in life. Will you leave the town that has raised you in seach of something greater or will you stay with your Meager Begginings and try to find some meaning? It is your life and your choice, focus on yourself, on others, peace or destruction, will you protect others or mercillessly kill them for satisfaction or profit? It starts now, the celebration of your birth is today and finally it is time to start your path, which road do you choose?


OOC: This thread is open for six players exstinct races mentiond above cannot be chosen as they are dead, you can begin only as a lower class citizen, it does not matter if you choose to be the son or daughter of some dead king or queen but your beggining must be poor. As such exstensive training in a weapon is out as you would not be able to afford such a skill, however training in a trade or variety of such would be acceptable. To put it is simple terms think of yourself as a level one character, with very little knowledge and skill. Feel free to shoot me questions via this thread or PM.
Races available
Human
Elven
Dwarf
Orc-includes Half
Goblin-includes half
Lizard Men

Myself I will not post as any one character but rather as NPC's and story development for characters.

I love detail so the more you can put onto your history, looks, demeanor and skills the better, describe your character to the best of your ability but feel free to leave a few things about your character's composition out for plot development. I will control when you "Level Up" so to speak and grant you addtional skills and such when requirements had been met think of my as your loveable and friendly DM .

Back to In Character History:
...the core values of life begin once again to take hold on the world attempting to restore the beauty it once held. Life is still weak and death still continues to hold the world in age of pain. Can a small group or just one, send the world deeper into a darkness it may never return or will the world be saved from despair to return life as the center point of the races.

 

[Screech]

Aah! Excellent! Much fun will be had here, I can tell!

Name: Zogrunt
Age: 20 (obviously)
Race: Goblin

Quite a diminutive greenskin, Zogrunt stands at only 4' 7" high. He is wirey, having spent a fair portion of his youth doing manual labour tasks, but never trained in bodybuilding. Like most common goblins, he has a large hook nose, small beady red eyes, and a mouth full of sharp teeth. He has very few posessions of his own, mostly being what he has stolen - overtly or covertly. Currently it consists of a number of knives in varying levels of sharpness and rust, his simple clothes, and a small sack of "speshul roks"

Always having been known for his quick fingers, Zogrunt's mind has been focussed on life outside the village as of late, and the wealth of possabilities that lie out there...

 

[RoneLith]

An interesting choice...I like the roks bit, those should be fun to play around with. Gifted abilities (ie abilities I gift to you) shall soon follow.

 

[macmillian]

I would like to put forth the following:

Shandlier of the Wood; Elven and Born of the forest.
Young at 22, tall at 6', Strong but slender at 160 lbs.
Long silver/blue Hair that hangs well below his shoulders.
Cold steel blue/gray eyes.
Very keen Sight and Hearing.

Shandlier is the son of a forest warden and was brought up in the woods and has a good knowledge of the animals and plants of the forest. His mother was a healer and also taught him the simple remedies of forest, dell and earth.

His small village was hidden away in the deep wood and there he grew tall and lean. Learning how to track and hunt. To harvest the rich bounty of the wood. His clothing was simple, leggings, hose, tunic, soft leather boots and his most treasured item, a forest green cloak with hood.

Shandlier was a provider, traveling far afield and collecting food (nut, berries, roots) and anything else that might help his village. He was not a hunter as he considered all life necessary. Even though he could track and find all matter of what little game remained, he left alone. He was always able to return to the village with something new or that was needed.

As to his weapons, He carries two knives on his belt and a pouch with sling and throwing stones and a stout wood staff. His knives are old but well kept. With the sling he can hit his mark 4 out of 5 throws. The staff is stout and is as tall as him. Shandlier has begun to carve the staff to his liking.

 

[RoneLith]

Welcome to the party please hold for abilities which shall be granted after all has gathered

 

[Donsehan]

Name: Naurgil Xiltin
Race: Elven
Height: 5'4
Weight: 120
Age: 80 (? not sure on this age thing . . . you said 26 equivalent . . . which i'm not too sure about ...)
Appearance: Long white hair, white eyes and coppery skin. Always has a grim face.
Height: 5'4
weight: 120

History: Not even sure of his own heritage. He simply knows that he is different, he's never met any of his own kind that looks like him. Although he dresses properly he looks different, and that is enough for him to be treated differently. He's found that his taste in music and even his preference for rain and clouds seems different from most of his people. However, he lives by his sword and bow, day by day, hunting and selling what he's able to catch. Sometimes he catches something, other times he doesn't. While sitting and waiting sometimes though he reads, unlike others, instead of going down to the tavern he sits around quietly reading trying to unlock the power inside him. He knows he can because he remembers very clearly a day when he was young, during the war, running away from some soldiers and was very scared. When they finally trapped him, he panicked and then he started hearing them all mutter in surprise as he noticed everything around him turned black and white, he could see them and hear them scream something, but didn't understand what they were saying. Since that day, he's been searching for ways to recreate what he did as a child, and more.

 

[Screech]

Bah! Pointy-eared tree-hugging star-gazing poet elves! Da Gobboz will not live in fear ov yez!

Well, maybe just for a few more years....

 

[macmillian]

Shandlier as one of the providers for his village, does not like to kill any living things, unless it means the survival of his tribe and people. His is one of the best trackers and can follow even the most difficult of trails and when hunting with others, leaves the killing to them.

When hunting he does carry a bow and as an elf, he is very accurate in it's use. He moves throught the forest like a ghost, slipping gently and quietly among the trees and bushes. He avoids contact with any groups outside of his village and is even leary of other elves. Shandlier has taken items from others when they had poorly or ignored the saftey of those items.

 

[sodalitas]

Name: Oren, Human Male

Being ugly has certain advantages, which is good because it has a hell of a lot of disadvantages. Though few, these advantages include being able to be left alone when you want to, and a certain level of tolerance for being rude. Both of those suit me just fine.

Of course, what really stings is that looking at the rest of my family I probably would have been not half bad looking, if it weren't for the unfortunate combination of wet road and angry horse that resulted in me losing a good portion of my face. Now the scarring is plainly visible no matter what I wear, and only having one eye has stopped me from following the family business of hunting. Hard to shoot a bow with no depth perception.

So instead I learned to fight, mostly with my fists and mostly out of necessity, since being ugly and crippled attracts hostility like cheap ale attracts, well... me.

Speaking of which, got a few copper you're not using? It's my birthday, see, and I could use a drink. Might be my last in this town anyways. since my brother died I've been tending to our house to the best of my ability, which is to say not very well, and a couple of days ago I was offered a pretty penny to sell it. A man about my age just got married and wants a house for him and his wife. He looks like he's doing pretty well for himself. Used to pick on me when we were kids, he did. 'Till I broke his nose.

Anyways, it was just enough for me to buy this sword and this leather here so now here I am, armed and thirsty and no home to go home to.

I can see you sizing me up and don't worry. Even though I could probably ram this sword in your gut and take that fat purse off your corpse I'm really not that kind of person at all. A silver you say? Well thank you very much sir. Mighty kind of you.

He sure took off in a hurry.

Ah well. Come on friend, time to trade you in for a tray full of ale.

 

[RoneLith]

A wonderfull character I really have a clear picture of him in my mind, he should be most fun. Well we have four now if we can get two more to start by say tuesday then great but if not I think four will be fine.

 

[RoneLith]

Well it looks as if we will not be getting another two players so now as promised special abilities


Oren: Your sword stays unnaturally clean and sharp nothing will stick to it, it always looks freshly polished. Because of your fighting childhood you also have a good beggining knowledge of how to use your sword.

Shandlier: When in a forested area your cloak becomes the perfect camoflodge giving you the ability to nearly be comepletely unseen.

Naugril: Through your quest for knowledge you have come across books of magic that have taught you basic spells. You can summon one bolt to hit opponents. Keep reading and more will follow.

Zogrunt: Your bag of rocks is indeed special ranging from normal rocks to VERY Special. It is totally random since they all look the same, when you throw one something might happen.


All of you abilities are just starting and as such are not that strong however as the story progresses you will gain new abilites and strengthen old ones. We shall begin soon probably tommorow, but maybe tonight depends on when I get home from work. I am looking forward to this thread.

 

[Screech]

Cooooool! So, when do we commence with the adventuring, people?

 

[Donsehan]

good question screech

 

[Wyldfire]

I would propose.

Name: Tayla
Race: Half-Orc

Raised on a farm on the edge of the village by her mother who runs it. Fatherless since her birth, the child of violence has helped her mother in the operation of the farm. She is tall for a human woman. She is also very stoutly built. Her paternal blood made sure of that. Very muscular with what an Orc would consider dainty tusks, her eyes those of an Orc. Her skin has a very light motling almost like a pale camoflage. The very few times she has been in town she has always been dressed more approprietly for a man with a hooded mantle that hides most of her face.

She has a good nature for someone of her background but she has no love for her father's race. In her spare time she has practiced to fight with a cudgel and taught herself to fight with a spear of her own making. The spear is little more than a staff with it's ends whittled to points.

Her mother is too old to continue to tend the farm and she has known her daughter would not wish the life of a farmer so she has arranged that her farm would be bought by the farmers nearest her for thier eldest son. With what little money she gained from this she has arranged with the blacksmith who she will stay with that her daughter might recieved a modest suit of leather armor reinforced with metal plates and a mace head and spear head.

 

[sodalitas]

Any idea when we will be starting?

 

[RoneLith]

I hate to say it but I am going to have to cancel this thread for a time. I just can't think of any way to start it and run it to keep it fun and interesting. I shouldn't have posted a brand new thread the instant I started playing again as I am greatly out of practice. Feel free is someone wants to take over the thread since I belive it will be a good one just not one I can focus on right now. I know it is unfair of me to do this but I belive it would be even more so if I tried to run this half-heartedly. This is just something that I had thought up on the fly and really didn't think it through and after a week of trying to come up with something I am alas out of ideas for this thread. So please yell at me if you like since I know you will all be upset at this but I just can't make it good. I promise however that when I am ready to run my own thread again that it will be very good, I just need to get back into the swing of things a little slower than anticipated.

SORRY

 

[Screech]

Hey, no sweat! I'll see if I can't get it started, and then hopefully, a story will unfold from there

 

[RoneLith]

Thanks its could be a great and fun stroy, I just can't think of it

 

[sodalitas]

screech, you still interested in starting this thread going?

 

[Screech]

Urk! Err, yeah! Sorry, I kinda forgot! Gimmie a day, and I'll have it sorted!

 

[sodalitas]

Has everyone lost interest in this thread?

 

[Screech]

looks that way

 

[Donsehan]

oops, I didn't realize that the IC had started ...

 

[Screech]

Hey, no probs Mr D! Hop right on in whenever you're ready

 

[Morgoth]

I'd like to sign up for this thread, if possible. Here's a tentative character (who I'm willing to edit, should the need arise):

Name: Ulslor Devrish (called "Uls" by those who know him)
Race: Human
Height: 5'7"
Weight: 123
Age: 27
Appearance: Brown hair descends to his shoulders, seeming to blend with his weathered, tanned skin. Dozens of scars criss-cross his flesh where it can be seen, and one enormous scar descends through the left side of his face. The eye that scar passes through is a milky white, and seems destroyed. The other eye is a piercing hazel. He is of average build, although his legs are much more muscular than his mundane upper body.
Apparel: Ulslor is usually garbed in loose-fitting leather trousers, and a form-fitting wool shirt. In addition, he wears knee-high leather boots of a sturdy make, and for those less-than-appealing weather conditions, a heavy wool cloak and cowl.
Arnaments: Ulslor never goes without at least one dagger on his person, though he often likes to hide them in various folds and pockets throughout his clothing. They are unremarkable, and seem to be varied in quality, shape, and lethality.
Background: Ulslor remembers little to nothing of the life he once led. He awakened, as if from a deep slumber, in the midst of the forest outside of the small village of Lonriar. Fortunately for him, Lonriar was in need of a skilled locksmith/jeweler. He has made his living there ever since. He has dreams stained red with blood each night, and always awakens in the morning in a cold sweat. He now seeks to escape the dreams, and Ulslor believes that the first step is leaving Lonriar.

SPOILER ALERT

True Background: Ulslor Devrish was at one point one of the most infamous killers in the land. Of course, back then, he wasn't Ulslor Devrish, but Klorn Indrorar. At one time a celebrated soldier, he lost his sanity in the war when a dying priest cursed him. Noble intentions were perverted, and his desire to bring peace to a world engulfed in conflict became a lust to spread mutilation and death.
He murdered and raped his way through the world, until at last, his deeds caught up with him. Several powerful magi sought vengeance, their brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers, sons, or daughters dead by his blood-stained hands. They pelted spell after spell at the laughing lunatic, who careened, twisted, juked, and dodged through the storm of arcane might. One by one, the magi fell to the cruel, vicious daggers. The final wizard hurled fireballs, blasts of frost, and liquid pain at the murderer, but they were all for naught. Even as Ulslor spitted him on the end of a blade, the wizard cursed him. "By the blood of a thousand innocents and the blood of a dozen wizards, die!"
Klorn Indrorar did die. But, even as the ashes of the magi fell around him, Ulslor Devrish arose, remembering nothing of his past life. He found himself standing alone, in a forest, with a bloody dagger in hand. Once a week, Ulslor loses any control over his body, mind, and emotions, and Klorn takes over. He kills at least one person that night, and his dreams for the next week are filled with images of the killing.
Moreover, his "useless" eye is in fact the product of powerful magic. It doesn't see as normal eyes do, however. It instead sees a few moments into the future. Ulslor, however, has no clue about this secret gift, and considers it to be nothing more than the obvious.
Klorn Indrorar is one of the most reviled men in the world. He has a long, long list of enemies, all of whom wish only to impart on him a slow, torturous death. His insanity is a secret, and in fact, Klorn doesn't even realize that he's cursed by it. The only thing that's kept Klorn alive so far, though, is that the only individuals who've seen his face are his victims. So, while an extremely vague description exists, it's only seen in the largest of cities, and even then, isn't particularly useful.

Anyhow, hope that's okay! Like I said, willing to edit!