Fay
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Fay said:The rules are simple:
1. PvP action is strongly encouraged.
2. PCs can be revived if a priest somehow gets a hold of their corpses.
3. The setting is medieval, so please try to keep it medieval to the most part.
4. All species do exist, just in medieval versions. There is one following exception, however: The Nekos are just Nekos. Trying to put the different types of Nekos into a medieval plotline is just too difficult.
5. Cybernetics and other such things are now replaced with magically enchanted pieces of armor that can be used like flesh and bone.
6. Have fun! Though this is a serious roleplay, humor and comic relief are always welcome.
7. Just to clarify: Tom is emperor for the Empire, the Yamataian GMs are the high council for the Federation, and the Elysian GMs are the senate for the Republic. Independent countries are ruled by their respecting GMs.
8. If anyone has any suggestions or questions, please contact me via private message immediately!
Note: This is more of a Beta Test then anything else. If this goes well, then I’ll recreate it with a better storyline, setting, etc.
The setting is the same as SARP, except that this will be during the medieval times for something different. Instead of a whole universe, we will be stuck on one planet with archaic weapons such as swords, bows, magic, muskets, etc. The Mishhu “Demons” control half of the known world while the Elysian Republic, Federation of Yamatai, Empire of Nepleslia, and a few smaller countries have split up what’s left of the land amongst themselves.
Fay said:A young Geshrin mage sat silently outside of a large castle. He was looking out at the bustling city surrounding the capital of the Nepleslian Empire. So many Nepleslians and Geshrin working together, he thought to himself. The Empire would never have come as far as it has without the cooperation of all of its denizens.
A gust of wind blew through his long, platinum blonde hair that is pulled back in a ponytail. His red, ankle-length cape was also blown aside to reveal a green sleeveless shirt and pants covered by thin leather armor. Dead black boots and white gloves with demonic symbols on them could also be seen on the young man.
Fay was a demonologist. He was just taking a break from reading a textbook about a terribly powerful demon named Yzu-karr. He had been one of the Mishhu’s most powerful demon lords… until a handful of Yamataian sages managed to seal him away within a large runestone. That runestone was then carried to a secret temple deep within the Federation. That is how Yzu-karr has remained for centuries.
Fay smirked at his own curiosity of the demon lord. Studying the history, magic, and power of demons was always interesting, but this one was the best of all. “If only I could just look upon that runestone… That would be a chance of a lifetime…” he murmured to himself.
Mola said:A shadow fell across the greshin and then passed on. It circled back and grew. As it grew the wings and body of an Elysian could be made out and then came into startling prespective as the angel passed close over the greshin's head. His wings must have spread a good eighteen feet, dark brown feathers resembling an eagles. He brought his body beneath him and slowed down for a graceful landing.
Evan folded his wings against his tunic and tured to face the greshin. He eyed Fay cautiously and then he placed his hands on his hips and walked up beside Fay. "I'm looking for someone, can you tell me if you've seen or heard of him?" He said, sounding rather nice. Of course it was completely unsual to see an Elysian hanging out in Nepleslian territory but he was on the search for Sir Storm's sister and the best place to look for a Nepleslian is in a Nepleslian city.
Fian said:"Your kind isnt allowed here, pagan!."
The source of the voice was a twenty something plus black haired Nepleslian in a heavy grain coloured robe and white armor. The young man had three moles on his left cheek. A double sword insigna on his polished breastplate showed that he was a member of the pristegious 'Vanguard' sect, second only to the Emperror's royal guards.
Fian had seen the Geshrin standing outside the castle looking lost. He was about to ask to see if the boy had needed help and then suddenly the Elysian decended. Putting ten years of training behind him he managed to run towards the pair unnoticed, the thick cloth acting as a cushion to the heavy metal plates which was already securely strapped to his body to prevent jiggling.
He had no issues with Elysians really, but the empire still has bad memories of them and these reflected in the city rules, rules that he had sworn to uphold. Breathing heavily with a slight prespiration, the Vel Steyr bent his knees to assume a stance and gripped the handles of the two broadswords that was strapped to the back of his right shoulder and left waist. He waited for the Angel to respond.
Mola said:Evan lifted his eyes as Fian snapped something in common at him. He arched a brow and then watched as the man assumed a fighting stance. He decided to play stupid and tilted his head, sure he knew what Fian had said, but he decided to pretend that he hadn't. He said something in Elysian and then werily studied the swords Fian was threatening to draw. after a bit of studying Vel Steyr, he reached back with a single hand and drew the six foot Hand-and-a-half sword, pulling the blackblade cleanly from it's sheath.
He held the sword lightly in his hands and then with a swift movement of his arm he burried the sword two feet inot the ground, followed by two, foot long daggers and a shorter skinning knife. He hopes his meaning was clear. he had his weapons, ture but he wasn't here ont he initive of hurting or killing anybody.
Cora said:Three people were off in the distance, compleatly unrelated to the current actions near the castle, in fact they were oblivious to it and in turn were not paying attetion.
One, a shortish woman wearing a light brown leather curiass over a white cloth tunic, slacks with leather thigh guard and knee length boots that the slacks were tucked in to, a pair of cloth gloves, her left arm sporting a leather forearm guard, couter and upperarmguard cum shoulder pad. She had an oalk/bronze plated round shield slung over her left shoulder and a cross hilt long sword at her waist. She had short silverish hair that draped over her face, partly obscuring an eye patch. She was attempting to look at what would appear to be a map her compatriot was looking at. "Are you sure we're lost?" She grumbled as she looked from the map to her companion.
The companion, being a taller woman, wearing a mix of red dyed leather and chainmail, with a thick traveler's cloak over her shoulders was scratching her red streaked hair as she attempted to understand the map in her hands. "I'm not sure, these places all look alike from the ground," she said in reply.
The third person, and byfar the strangest of the three, running around from merchant stall to merchant stall, was a small humanoid cat-like person. She was wearing a full body off-white vestment, under an outer robe that was also white, but had red triangles along the cuffs and trimming, on her head, perched between her large catlike ears, was perched a small cylindrical bonnet with a small silver cross on the front of it. She was giggling as she raced about, buying trinket after bubble.
Looking over, the one eye'd woman sighed an exasperated sigh. "Hey! Nei, stop buying so much stuff, we barely have room in a rucksacks for the stuff we're carrying!" This was recived with a dejected mew of sadness as Nei walked back to the others. "So, Feather, have you figured out where we are yet?"
Feather twisted the map left and right as she gave a somewhat hopless frown, "Well, Cam, I think we're in Nelpeslian territory." Cam then smacked her have over her good eye as she groaned.
Fian said:Fian untensed himself and let go of the handles. Standing up and straigthening his robes, he looked at the Elysian and said: "Anywhere but the castle, collect your weapons from the guardhouse when you leave." Now facing the two newcomers in general he announced. "Welcome to Fu'nki City, the great Emperror's seat in the Empire of Nepleslia. My kind are responsible for keeping the law and order here, but we have other duties as well. Do you require assistance?"
Luca said:Three humanoid figures stalked the horizon in search of riches, fame and probably some drinks along the way.
One was wearing a chain-mail shirt and he had a fairly long, slender sword strapped to his waist and a crossbow in his hands. His hair was black and untamed, he had large sideburns streaming down the side of his face. The clothing he wore underneath his armour was a subdued tone, lest he give away his presence. However, the huge smile across his face kinda gave him away. This was Luca, the Rogue.
Another, much taller man appeared to be wearing a heavy suit of metal armour and had a huge sword hanging over his left shoulder. A thick, black beard coated his face, which was peering out from under his helmet. He looked tough and weathered, even from a distance. Fear seemed to walk alongside him as he made his way across the lands. This was Luicen, the Warrior.
Finally, a robed man with a iron-bound book hanging in chains from his belt. His messy hair was a shade of brown, with a small goatee hanging off his chin. A pair of darkened spectacles concealed his eyes. His figure rested on a staff, shod with silver and topped with a translucent crystal. Wherever he walked seemed to trail a brimming knowledge of Arcana and History. This was John, the Wizard.
Their trail lead them to Fu'nki City, which was just over the hills. The trio stood atop a hill. Their youngest member looked at the city from a distance.
"Do you think that's it?" Luca said as he squinted over the horizon and saw the city, "Fu'nki City? The realm of the Nepleslian Empire?"
"Aye lad," Luicen answered to the rogue, "A large city it is, full of warriors, ready to fight and die fer their lands." He banged his steel-clad hand against his breastplate in remembrance of those who fought to protect the town.
"I remember reading about this place somewhere, It's got some magnificent architecture," John said as he painted a mental picture of the city in his mind's eye, "I've always wanted to see what it's like there, especially the military academies..."
"Nay, Wizard. Ye heard wrong." Luicen said as he put a hand to his hip, "Our academies are focused purely on functionality. If ye want architecture, try headin' tae them Elysian lands."
Luca chuckled to see that John had gotten his knowledge mixed up, as did Luicen. John went red, folded his arms and looked away from the group for a moment.
"Now what are we waitin' for?" Luicen questioned gruffly, "Let's head down there."
"It'll be about..." Luca said as he tried to calculate the distance in his mind, "Oh, 'bout a half hour's walk through these hills."
They made their way down the slopes of the hills and began following the contours to avoid climbing the hills by accident and wasting stamina.
A few minutes into their walk, they heard an odd noise. Luca raised his hand and motioned to stop, "Shh. I hear something..."
The group stayed silent as Luca tried to find where the sound was coming from... then he realized what they were just as they surrounded the group.
"DEMONS!!"
Three of them. Tentacled beasts, floating in the air in a circle surrounding the small party.
By this time, the group had drawn their weapons. Luca pointed his rapier towards one. Luicen had his greatsword ready to swing and John had his staff pointed at one of the vile beasts.
"Bring it on!"
"Die, ye foul demons!!"
"There won't be much left of you after THIS!!"
The one facing Luca had floated down to his level and attempted to strike at him with a tentacle, which the rogue artfully dodged and riposted by piercing a vulnerable spot in its anatomy. He jumped over it with a flip and then landed behind it to deliver the killing blow, cutting off most of its tentacles and probably stabbing the heart.
The one facing Luicen had decided to stay where it was. To which, the Highlander leapt into the air with his sword over his head. The Demon attempted to lash at him with a tentacle, but it bounced off his thick armour. Luicen bought his sword down on it's shell, smashing it with a sickening crack and came crashing down. In contrast, the Warrior landed on his two feet.
John was busy chanting verse and focusing energy into his hand, "Dark beasts, black as night, feel my wrath, with toxic blight!" He outstretched his free arm and a green ray leapt from his arm, striking the Demon where it floated and disintegrating a fair portion of it's body. The flesh around the area of impact was foul, decayed and rotten by the Wizard's Spell. It landed with a splat.
The group had looked around for more, but had seen nothing else approaching them.
"That's all of them," John observed.
"Good... how could they have reached these hills, so close to the city?" Luca replied.
"I dinnae lad. We better get to the city as soon as we can tae warn 'em!"
"Good idea!" John said as he began to grit his teeth with grim realisation.
So the group hustled with due speed towards the city with their news. They made it to the gates.
"Oi! Sir!! We've spotted demons in the hills!! They might try tae attack the town!!" The highlander called out to the gate guard as his companions followed him.
Mola said:While Fian had his back turned there came the soft sound of metal on metal and sword and knives were slid back into their concealed sheathes.He glanced in turn at the eight people closest to him and was begining to feel a bit awkward around them all. He eyes each in turn and then backed off a bit, spreading his wings slightly. When he heard one of the men saying something about demons it caught his intrest and he wandered over to hear a bit more.
He had a friend that was a demon, not your typical demon but a demon none the less.
Fay said:Fay had lost his train of thought as an Elysian called out to him. He had remained silent, especially since a vanguard was investigating the Elysian's arrival. The Geshrin had tried to wander into some shadows to get away from the imminent battle. Suddenly, he heard someone crying out about Demons. Fay silently sat into a corner and chanted, "Let what cannot be seen, be seen, what cannot be heard, be heard, what cannot be known, be known... with the Third Daemon Eye." After a moment of nothing, Fay's forehead then morphed and separated into another eye. This eye, however, was a crimson color that seemed to pierce a man's very soul. Fay closed his two normal eyes as he concentrated to envision the battle between the Demons and the three strangers. This will be interesting, he thought to himself.
