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The Wretched Empire; War is despair...
Topic Started: September 24 2008, 08:06 PM (124 Views)
Vexar	September 24 2008, 08:06 PM Post #1
Owner Posts: 109 Group: Admins Member #1 Joined: June 29, 2008	In the forgotten land of Au’Revon, there were three great nations; Behl, Jeh ‘Gahl, and Freda. Behl was a nation founded on it’s mastery of technology. Jeh’ Gahl was formed by ancients and mystics of the southern lands. Freda was constructed on its religion and faith as old as history itself. The different beliefs of the Jeh’Gahl and Freda people had brought the nations into many conflicts over the ages. The neighbouring countries fell into one dispute after another. Forty years ago, 2020 AD (After the time of the Dragons, or After Draco.) Jeh ‘Gahl terrorists made an attack within the heart of Freda. The attack was supposed to take place in a small emporium. Unfortunately, for both nations, the Grand Cardinal’s son was visiting. Gerish VI, the son, was killed in the attack. This gave Freda reason enough to war with the nation of Jeh’Gahl. War bled, slowly at first, through each country. It poured into the living quarters of small towns, and raged in the grand halls of churches. No one was to be spared on either side. In this time of horror, Behl prospered. It provided both sides with means of better warfare; from technology stronger than the beams of heat from holy magic’s of Freda Marshals, to magical constructs more powerful than the summons of Jeh ‘Gahl mystics. Behl fortified themselves, providing and making income from these warring nations. Saego, the leader of Behl, and his council thought they should intervene in this war. However, Saego decided to listen to his most trusted advisor. Bracki, was a truly dark man. Saego had grown up with Bracki. Bracki was his advisor, mentor, and friend. Bracki told him to wait until both nations completely relied on Behl, wait for them to be weak. Once that would happen, Behl could have true control over the countries. This was something even Saego would not listen to. This was evil. 2055 AD, Bracki killed Saego after he had refused to take over. He had manipulated the council to his own will. He bent them to think Saego’s death was of good cause. It didn’t take much persuasion; only promises of power and prosperity. It was a five year slaughter through what was left of the warring nations. There was no resistance, and no way over the great walls of Behl. They had invented grand machines, called airships. Powered by the pure essence of the magic’s that Jeh’Gahl summoners had come to master. Now what is left of all nations, has been thrown into plight. Commoners were treated like slaves. Outsiders were experimented on for their magic’s. Twisted metal constructs maintained the laws. Every form of council or law was corrupt. Orbs hovered through streets of cities, hearing anything people said about the Grand Empire of Bracki. Death was the lightest of punishments. The worst was to become one of the fleshling. Fleshlings were what was left of a person after horrendous experiments. It left the person mangled, twisted, and knowing only one command, obey Bracki. The year is 2060 AD. We find ourselves 130 miles from the capitol of Behl, in the small town of Vehla. One of the few “safe havens” in the world. A tavern, barely filled at the best because there wasn’t much to drink for these days, was home to a small group of people. One of which was standing in front of a fire pit that glowed a beautiful emerald. He had shoulder length silver hair. His eyes were a mist of blue and green, one darker than the other. He was draped in an overly long black coat. A beautiful plate of armor was over his right side. He smirked as he looked over the group of people. His voice was soft and low. The time has come, I believe we are ready. My friends, it is time to restore this land to what it should be. It is time to take it for our own, and restore it to the people around us. His band of friends were known as The Renegade. They were Behl’s most outlawed. Terrorists against the Empire, saviors to the masses. They had ran many operations already, from destroying experimentation buildings; to assassination of summoners for the Empire. This time, it is our last time. This is no adventure, it is our mission. It is our time to have an Era named after us. Once the new year begins, it will be known as, After the Revolution. He smirked, the passion of legend tingled up is spine. He unsheathed a sleek broadsword from his back. He revealed the dark clothing under his coat, it was an assortment of studded cloths and leathers all dyed to a pure black. He drove the tip of the sword into the wood of the floor. You will do what I say, without questions, or the mission will fail. You will hold no emotion for the vile of the empire. You have not seen the beauties they have made. You will not know evil when you see it. Once we are close, even the innocent will be blinded by the propaganda of glory. Once it seems like a perfect world, we will have to begin total destruction. If anyone has a problem taking the lives of the blinded, leave now. If anyone has a problem with the mission, leave now. If you are afraid of death, or you believe you will die, leave now. Your bodies will not be drug to glory, you will have to live to make it there. His eyes peered through the strands of hair in his face. He gazed over the people that surrounded him. We are the only ones who can do this. Who is with me? There is no character sheet or form for this role play. Simply post a description and small biography about your character in the OOC forum. Once I accept you, you will be allowed to post. Please keep all OOC in the OOC forum. (Click here.) Your post must have at least seven sentences to be considered a post in this role play. Otherwise, consider the post gone. Having trouble thinking of a race to make? This is just a small example of what you can be and what nation it is from. You can be any race you would like, but you must come from one of the three nations. Jeh'Gahl: Elves, halflings, orcs, mystic types Freda: Humans, Dwarves, the mighty type. Behl: Half Cats, Demon like, the elegant types, also elves.



Zorian	October 7 2008, 08:44 AM Post #2
Posts: 1 Group: Member Member #47 Joined: October 6, 2008	Aye! A dark and rusty voice in the back of the tavern shouted out. We are the only ones who can restore this land to what it should be! The big orc stood up and started walking against the man. I say We Fight! He bowed down in front of the man. I, Zorian Notori will fight by your side in this mission!



Colton C	October 8 2008, 10:13 PM Post #3
Chairman of Advanced Thinkers Posts: 67 Group: Member Member #49 Joined: October 8, 2008	The bar seemed quaint and nothing seemed out of place except one man, siting in the back drinking. The man was intoxicated and crying in the background. "What is the point... You think your rag burp tag team will make any difference!" At this time the man slams his empty mug against the table. The man was Orion Vedit, a once powerful sorcerer from Jeh ‘Gahl. Vedit was old, a man approaching 60. He had white hair and a dirty gray robe on. His eyes were blank, with a scar moving across his face, excruciating the point that he was blind. As he stood up he almost tripped, Then exclaimed: "There isn't a point! The world is nothing anymore. I was once great, a man dedicated to the further of knowledge, one of the most influential sorcerers in the world. What can I do now? There is nothing I can change or any of you." The man through a fireball into the fireplace, causing it to erupt into flames immediately. "Bring me another ale!" Edited by Colton C, October 9 2008, 07:35 AM.



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