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The role for General Castus has been filled - thank you for those who took time to look. If anyone is interested in joining as the storyline opens up, feel free to PM!
OOC
I need one male character (player can be either sex) to play General Castus in a story line. Although sex is a given, I'm really looking for someone who can take the character and develop it.
Eventually the SL will open up to more players, but I'd like to get these characters established first. I'll post a summary of what's going on, where it's happening and the groundwork for General Castus. I'm leaving a lot of it up to the player to decide, such as appearance and a more detailed background. If interested in playing General Castus, or if you're interested in joining the thread when it opens up more, please PM me.
OOC Summary
The central continent is at war. The Dokkarans, similar to Romans of earth, are intent on absorbing as much of the continent as they can, at the command of their noble emperor. Their empire is rapidly expanding and there seems to be only one end in sight - total domination.
Their current aim is to neutralize the threat of the Yarthuga (Yar-too-gah), an extremely resilient and hardened forest dwelling people who fiercely resist the Imperial Conquest. The Dokkarans need the lumber for their army and Imperial City; the people of Yarthuga consider the vast expanse of forest sacred, given to them by the spirits for protection, and they are more than willing to die to the last in honor of their duty.
Though the outfit of Dokkarans outnumbered the Yarthuga almost 50 to one, they were not expecting the sheer bloody-mindedness of their enemy when it came to their spiritual duty to protect their land, or the fact that the women and children fought as savagely as their men did. Every Yarthuga took the spirits seriously – each man, woman and child had vowed their life in service to the spirits.
Enter General Castus, a stout believer of the Dokkaran cause and loyal soldier, as well as friend, to the Emperor. A man who got to where he is through hard work and sacrifice, he cares deeply for his men - many who have been lost to the uncompromising ferocity of the Yarthuga. A war that was supposed to last a week at most has dragged on for three. General Castus is used to playing by the rules of war - these heathens disregard those rules, attacking in small numbers at all hours of day and night, murdering his men as they eat, drink, sleep and squat. His army, so large when he began clearing a path into the forest, is shrinking at an alarming rate, and the fact that he and his men are unfamiliar with the territory is only making matters worse.
Naturally, as his casualties grow, so does his hatred.
After the first month's slaughter, he and his best scouts pull together a new strategy to fight just as dirty as the Yarthuga, and through determination, he has finally succeeded. Ambushes are laid, and the Yarthuga, reduced to one spirit leader and ten savages, finally take the bait...
IC Intro
It was over. Amara couldn't bring herself to grasp the impact of what had happened. For over a thousand years, her people had defended this sacred land from outsiders, gladly sacrificing their lives if it meant even one tree could be saved. When they realized that they had fallen into a trap laid by the enemy, her men had jostled her to the center of the pack, protecting her to the last. As the last Kanta, consort and warrior of the spirits, she was second only to the trees... and the trees were revered as earthly hosts for the spirits. Just as her people would throw themselves on the end of a sword for a sapling, so would they protect her.
The vast ring of men that surrounded them parted for one man; this man strode purposefully towards them and came to an abrupt halt before them, staring at each face for several moments as though he wanted to commit people to memory so he could kill them again in the afterlife.
"Yarthuga!" He spat at their feet, and swung an arm in a wide arch that included each and every one of her men. His dark eyes were cold fire - lesser people would have fallen to their knees in fear and supplication at just one glance from that shrewd, hateful look. However, the Yarthuga were proud, and they only drew themselves up taller, eleven pairs of eyes holding and returning that dread gaze.
"You heathens could have surrendered. You could have forfeited a portion of your forests and kept your lives - the lives of your children! You would have become the Emperor's people, with the entire Imperial Army to protect you!" Amara felt the stiffening of hard bodies on all sides, indignation lighting fire to their veins at the General's insult. Surrender the spirits to any man just to live another day? That was the way of cowards!
"Instead," he continued, his voice softening to a deadly pitch, "You opted to resist. Now look at you. You are all that's left of your people." He straightened sharply, standing at attention, and raked his cold gaze once more over each and every one of them. When his eyes touched hers, Amara jutted her chin slightly, meeting that cruel glare with a fire and intensity of her own.
"Spirit leader! Step forward, so you may witness what you have brought upon the last of your people! It is your fault they will die on their hands and knees like the dogs you are - your fault for leading them into a battle you had no chance of winning!"
Imperceptibly to the General, the circle tightened. To Amara, it meant there was practically no room to breathe, when just a moment ago there had simply been no room to move. Her men would not give up their Kanta until the last fell to the forest floor.
"Move aside." Pitching her husky voice low enough so that only her men could hear, she kept her eyes on the General. They went shock still for a moment, awareness of what she intended to do taking them by surprise. For a moment, no one moved. Her voice taking on an unmistakable ring of command, she repeated the order, and the men in front of her snapped one step to either side, straight as a ceremonial hair part.
Amara did not fail to notice the sudden slack in the General's jaw when she emerged from the center of the group, her head held high. Her men collapsed back into a tight knot the moment she was free of their midst, advancing steadily until she was standing mere inches away from the man. Her finely angled jaw was firmly set beneath sculpted cheekbones and a straight nose, her narrowed eyes the color of freshly forged steel.
She was tall and lean from years of sparring; swarthy skin wore the scars of previous battles, and her posture alone said she bore them with pride. Inky waist length hair was drawn back in a thick braid, woven with a single vine to symbolize her place among her people.
She wore the battle dress of the Kanta... that is to say, not very much. Limbs were sheathed from wrists to elbows and ankles to knees in hardened leather, her full breasts and wide hips swathed in blood splattered white fur. Every inch of exposed flesh was swirled and dotted with blue dye, ancient symbols drawing the spirits’ power for protection.
Before, she had spoken in her native tongue. Now, as she addressed the General, she did so in his, expressing herself seamlessly and with that same hard ring of command.
"I am the last spirit leader of Yarthuga."
Her face bore no expression as she regarded him - then she spat at his feet, as he had done to theirs, jerking her head back up with such vehemence that several of his men edged closer, the tips of swords aimed at her menacingly. "Death is nothing compared to surrendering the spirits to our enemies. You will just have to finish the job if you want this land.”
OOC
I need one male character (player can be either sex) to play General Castus in a story line. Although sex is a given, I'm really looking for someone who can take the character and develop it.
Eventually the SL will open up to more players, but I'd like to get these characters established first. I'll post a summary of what's going on, where it's happening and the groundwork for General Castus. I'm leaving a lot of it up to the player to decide, such as appearance and a more detailed background. If interested in playing General Castus, or if you're interested in joining the thread when it opens up more, please PM me.
OOC Summary
The central continent is at war. The Dokkarans, similar to Romans of earth, are intent on absorbing as much of the continent as they can, at the command of their noble emperor. Their empire is rapidly expanding and there seems to be only one end in sight - total domination.
Their current aim is to neutralize the threat of the Yarthuga (Yar-too-gah), an extremely resilient and hardened forest dwelling people who fiercely resist the Imperial Conquest. The Dokkarans need the lumber for their army and Imperial City; the people of Yarthuga consider the vast expanse of forest sacred, given to them by the spirits for protection, and they are more than willing to die to the last in honor of their duty.
Though the outfit of Dokkarans outnumbered the Yarthuga almost 50 to one, they were not expecting the sheer bloody-mindedness of their enemy when it came to their spiritual duty to protect their land, or the fact that the women and children fought as savagely as their men did. Every Yarthuga took the spirits seriously – each man, woman and child had vowed their life in service to the spirits.
Enter General Castus, a stout believer of the Dokkaran cause and loyal soldier, as well as friend, to the Emperor. A man who got to where he is through hard work and sacrifice, he cares deeply for his men - many who have been lost to the uncompromising ferocity of the Yarthuga. A war that was supposed to last a week at most has dragged on for three. General Castus is used to playing by the rules of war - these heathens disregard those rules, attacking in small numbers at all hours of day and night, murdering his men as they eat, drink, sleep and squat. His army, so large when he began clearing a path into the forest, is shrinking at an alarming rate, and the fact that he and his men are unfamiliar with the territory is only making matters worse.
Naturally, as his casualties grow, so does his hatred.
After the first month's slaughter, he and his best scouts pull together a new strategy to fight just as dirty as the Yarthuga, and through determination, he has finally succeeded. Ambushes are laid, and the Yarthuga, reduced to one spirit leader and ten savages, finally take the bait...
IC Intro
It was over. Amara couldn't bring herself to grasp the impact of what had happened. For over a thousand years, her people had defended this sacred land from outsiders, gladly sacrificing their lives if it meant even one tree could be saved. When they realized that they had fallen into a trap laid by the enemy, her men had jostled her to the center of the pack, protecting her to the last. As the last Kanta, consort and warrior of the spirits, she was second only to the trees... and the trees were revered as earthly hosts for the spirits. Just as her people would throw themselves on the end of a sword for a sapling, so would they protect her.
The vast ring of men that surrounded them parted for one man; this man strode purposefully towards them and came to an abrupt halt before them, staring at each face for several moments as though he wanted to commit people to memory so he could kill them again in the afterlife.
"Yarthuga!" He spat at their feet, and swung an arm in a wide arch that included each and every one of her men. His dark eyes were cold fire - lesser people would have fallen to their knees in fear and supplication at just one glance from that shrewd, hateful look. However, the Yarthuga were proud, and they only drew themselves up taller, eleven pairs of eyes holding and returning that dread gaze.
"You heathens could have surrendered. You could have forfeited a portion of your forests and kept your lives - the lives of your children! You would have become the Emperor's people, with the entire Imperial Army to protect you!" Amara felt the stiffening of hard bodies on all sides, indignation lighting fire to their veins at the General's insult. Surrender the spirits to any man just to live another day? That was the way of cowards!
"Instead," he continued, his voice softening to a deadly pitch, "You opted to resist. Now look at you. You are all that's left of your people." He straightened sharply, standing at attention, and raked his cold gaze once more over each and every one of them. When his eyes touched hers, Amara jutted her chin slightly, meeting that cruel glare with a fire and intensity of her own.
"Spirit leader! Step forward, so you may witness what you have brought upon the last of your people! It is your fault they will die on their hands and knees like the dogs you are - your fault for leading them into a battle you had no chance of winning!"
Imperceptibly to the General, the circle tightened. To Amara, it meant there was practically no room to breathe, when just a moment ago there had simply been no room to move. Her men would not give up their Kanta until the last fell to the forest floor.
"Move aside." Pitching her husky voice low enough so that only her men could hear, she kept her eyes on the General. They went shock still for a moment, awareness of what she intended to do taking them by surprise. For a moment, no one moved. Her voice taking on an unmistakable ring of command, she repeated the order, and the men in front of her snapped one step to either side, straight as a ceremonial hair part.
Amara did not fail to notice the sudden slack in the General's jaw when she emerged from the center of the group, her head held high. Her men collapsed back into a tight knot the moment she was free of their midst, advancing steadily until she was standing mere inches away from the man. Her finely angled jaw was firmly set beneath sculpted cheekbones and a straight nose, her narrowed eyes the color of freshly forged steel.
She was tall and lean from years of sparring; swarthy skin wore the scars of previous battles, and her posture alone said she bore them with pride. Inky waist length hair was drawn back in a thick braid, woven with a single vine to symbolize her place among her people.
She wore the battle dress of the Kanta... that is to say, not very much. Limbs were sheathed from wrists to elbows and ankles to knees in hardened leather, her full breasts and wide hips swathed in blood splattered white fur. Every inch of exposed flesh was swirled and dotted with blue dye, ancient symbols drawing the spirits’ power for protection.
Before, she had spoken in her native tongue. Now, as she addressed the General, she did so in his, expressing herself seamlessly and with that same hard ring of command.
"I am the last spirit leader of Yarthuga."
Her face bore no expression as she regarded him - then she spat at his feet, as he had done to theirs, jerking her head back up with such vehemence that several of his men edged closer, the tips of swords aimed at her menacingly. "Death is nothing compared to surrendering the spirits to our enemies. You will just have to finish the job if you want this land.”
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