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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2015 13:40:41 GMT -8
 All roads to Atlanticus from the north converge into one, and that one main road is guarded by this single guardhouse. There's always at least one platoon of guards on duty, with runners on horses receiving and delivering messages every thirty minutes. If the runners are more than half an hour late, reinforcements are sent. Peddlers and candy-sellers often travel here and make a day's wages selling to the guards, who are usually bored. |
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Queen Audrey I von Audria
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Supreme Sorceress
Roleplay posts: 45 
Age: 30
Physical Description: A beautiful lady with sun-kissed skin, entrancing blue eyes, and a fair complexion with long, flowing crimson hair.
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Clothes and Equipment: An assortment of expensive fashion and attire suitable for a lady of her stature.
Lady Audrey also carries various gems which increase her magical talent, or perhaps help to control it.
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Registered: Sept 25, 2015 14:39:52 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Audrey I von Audria on Nov 14, 2015 11:35:34 GMT -8
A carriage riding from the newly-formed Teutonic State can be observed making its way to the guardhouse. The carriage is of quality-make, painted a fresh white, with a black roof and black wheels. Two flags hang on each side of the carriage, both of them with black crosses.
Around the carriage rides a convoy of soldiers. At least 5 Knight-Brothers of the Order, well-armed and well-trained. Then there are 15 Halftbruders who support the Knights; these Half Brothers are armed with their own personal set of melee weapons and shields, and some may carry crossbows. All of the soldiers wear a white cloak with a black cross on them.
The carriage slowly comes to a halt some distance from the guardhouse. One of the Knight-Brothers approaches and places his fist upon his chest. "Hail and well met, friends. Lady Audrey von Hepburn has come at the request of Governor Giplor Vauc'tutt."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2015 13:39:06 GMT -8
"Yes yes, hello. Just a moment, we'll have to inspect the carriage."
If the knights step aside, the guards walk over and peek into the carriage, nudging each other and grinning when they see the woman inside. However, confident that there's nothing suspicious, they let the carriage pass. As it leaves, they talk among themselves.
"Those knights give me the creeps. Always so formal."
"Yeah, but did you see that lady?"
"Yeah, I wonder who she was."
"They said her name. Lady Audrey von Hamburg or something."
"Hmm. I wonder where she's from."
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 20:24:36 GMT -8
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Nov 14, 2015 13:50:27 GMT -8
Krypt followed the trail up towards the border guardhouse, the ash-kin sitting upon a large, black steed and a proud coat of fur around his shoulders. He paused momentarily to get an eye on the platoon of guards, before smiling to himself and moving on towards them with his steed.
"I am Kinzokan, Krypt. I seek entry to your country so that I may meet with the prophetess known as Neferet," he explained, before brandishing his spear upwards from down by his side to let them know he had it on his person. "I am carrying this spear and a sword at my hip, though I mean no harm to your warriors or your people. They are for personal protection, as many seek my head."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 14, 2015 13:59:30 GMT -8
"Many seek your head? You're not an outlaw, are you?"
The guards look at the massive man cautiously. He could easily break them in two. And he probably wasn't an outlaw. Anyhow, most outlaws going to Atlanticus wanted to get on a boat and leave. He wouldn't cause any trouble, if he was an outlaw. And if they stopped him, they might get hurt or have to file paperwork. The guards look at each other in silent agreement.
"Go on ahead, sir. Enjoy your stay."
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Kinzokan Krypt
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 129
Physical Description: Kinzokan Krypt is a seven foot tall beast of muscle, violent scars and a wild mane of dark hair. Almost legendary for his status as a veteran of many battlefields, Krypt is known for his exceptional skill and combat prowess and because of his dark, ashen-coloured skin he is referred to in mercenary circles as "Kinzokan the Black".
He originally hailed from a volcanic land devastated by fire, brimstone, magma and ash and as such, his people are known as the Ashkin. Due to spending their entire lives surrounded by scorching heat and with little water that isn't boiling or steamed, the Ashkin are nigh impervious to fire and its effects and their skin has thus thickened and hardened into an almost naturally armoured hide. Such is the toughness of an Ashkin that only the sharpest of weapons, or the strongest of their wielders, could cut deep and hard enough to draw blood or cause serious injury. Yet in the volcanic wastes, such a defense isn't only advantageous, but necessary - for each day would bring the Ashkin tribes into contact with the aggressive, giant, reptilian monsters who ruled the ashlands as ever-starving kings.
Registered: Nov 10, 2015 20:24:36 GMT -8
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Post by Kinzokan Krypt on Nov 14, 2015 14:02:01 GMT -8
"Not an outlaw. A warrior who lives on the field of battle," he replied to them, before pushing onwards through the border post with a slight nod of his head to the two guards.
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Queen Audrey I von Audria
Established
Supreme Sorceress
Roleplay posts: 45
Age: 30
Physical Description: A beautiful lady with sun-kissed skin, entrancing blue eyes, and a fair complexion with long, flowing crimson hair.
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Clothes and Equipment: An assortment of expensive fashion and attire suitable for a lady of her stature.
Lady Audrey also carries various gems which increase her magical talent, or perhaps help to control it.
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Registered: Sept 25, 2015 14:39:52 GMT -8
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Post by Queen Audrey I von Audria on Nov 14, 2015 14:10:29 GMT -8
Audrey was not bothered in the slightest by the guards, but she and her Knights allowed the men to inspect the carriage. After ensuring everything was in check, the guards allowed the Knights to pass.
[Exit to the Angelic Estate of Atlanticus]
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Ravenous
New
Roleplay posts: 6
Age: Unknown
Clothes and Equipment: Ravenous wears a set of heavy plate armor, enhanced by dark energies, and decorated with the skulls of the fallen. He carries the Ravager, a deadly greatsword said to consume the souls of the fallen.
Registered: Oct 3, 2015 8:18:55 GMT -8
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Post by Ravenous on Dec 5, 2015 7:32:38 GMT -8
500 Undead Footmen=500 NPC's (1 each)
175 Undead Archers=175 NPC's (1 each)
5 Small Catapults=25 NPC's (5 each)
15 Death Knights=300 NPC's (20 each)
The guards on duty would see, what appeared to be, a flaming star fall from the sky. Then another, and another, each one a minute or two in between until at least a dozen fell. And then there came the sudden beating of drums at least a mile down the road; they echoed throughout the countryside, a dark rhythm that could only mean one thing: conquest.
500 undead infantry, each one sparingly armed with various pieces of ruined armor, wielding twisted and visceral swords, axes, and shields, marched at the forefront of this army. Behind them were deployed 175 undead archers, each one armed with longbows that would loose their wickedly-shaped arrows long distances. And then, grouped together, were 5 catapults, loaded with stones gathered from the landscape, ready to let loose upon the guardhouse. In command of this army, and spread about behind the entire force, were 15 death knights. Each death knight bore twisted, dark, armor, and emanated a grim feeling throughout the land. They each wielded a weapon of choice: some swords, some axes, some maces, and some carried shields. They rode armored black horses, each one with flaming tails, manes, and hooves. They carried within them dark, corrupted magic.
In command of this undead army was the death knight Ravenous: an ancient being who had not been seen since before the Cataclysm, and even then was considered ancient. "Let the world tremble before us!"
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Esphirises
Established
Roleplay posts: 22
Physical Description: Height: 6'6"
Weight: 260 pounds
Eye Color: Cerulean
Hair Color: Navy Blue
Skin Color: Silver and Blue with hints of scaling in Moonlight, pale in Sunlight.
Has a Seal on the back of his neck.
Esphireses stands like a human, but his body much resembles a shark in multiple aspects, especially in the face and gills. These gills seal up when out of water and his face can change into a sharks that is large enough to chomp off a humans head. head.
Clothes and Equipment: Generally he is found in his striped suit, black shirt, and white tie. Underneath his shirt is a light weight armor shirt crafted by a now extinct Elfin tribe. This armor shirt allows damage, but is extremely hard to pierce due to the type of woven metal they used. His shoes were snakeskin pointed dress boots that had blades in the heels. All in all, he was a well dressed man.
After coming back from the Ethereal Realm, he had been sent on a quest and was captured. When he returned, he had an iron helm helm that was locked around his head. Since then, he has searched high and low to find out how to get the helm off.
As for weapons, Esphireses has a cane that he does not need, but with it having the power it does, he took it for himself when they found it in Atlanticus. This cane turns into a magical trident. The trident is made of a blue metal and it's origins are unknown. Very magical, but not commonly used.
Smaller weapons that may be on him:
Shark Knife
1x Nightstick
2x Dagger
?x Combat Enhancing Drugs
2x Med-Potions
1x Shield Summoning Scroll
2x Med-Ethers
Registered: Jun 19, 2015 18:21:00 GMT -8
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Post by Esphirises on Dec 5, 2015 9:21:31 GMT -8
((I'll respond to this later. First I need to know what Gov he is from because if he is not part of a gov then you're only alotted 300 npc))
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Post by Republic of Atlanticus on Dec 8, 2015 19:59:57 GMT -8
The guards began to shout orders while others scrambled towards the nearest city. Within seconds of the enemies announcement that they were there, two fires were lit. One fire was on each tower. Once the fires were lit, a loud bell was rung and the remainder of the troops locked the gate and took off.
It wasn't long before a series of fires were lit among various outposts. The pairs of soldiers at each outpost tower would remain until the enemy got to a certain point. The fire was a signal that would continue until it reached the nearest city. The different sounding bells each marked a certain distance. It wouldn't take long before Atlanticus would have an army ready to engage this enemy.
The enemy would pass through without being bothered.
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Ryselle Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94 
Age: 20
Physical Description: Coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'3", Ryselle looks like she weighs less than the average puppy when soaking wet. She is stronger than she looks, which is saying something. She has a fine-boned build, and the white hair (hers being hip-length) and pale skin which her family is known for, but her eyes are a startling shade of lavender-blue commonly known as "periwinkle." She is usually completely expressionless, which often disturbs most people.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ryselle always wears a white dress, and tends to go barefoot. She often carries birdseed, nuts, and pieces of dried fruit, fish, and beef in the many pockets of her dress, to offer to her animal friends. As with every member of her family, Ryselle (for some reason) carries candy in a pocket, usually the black licorice of which she is most fond.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 2, 2016 0:22:25 GMT -8
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Post by Ryselle Fletcher on Feb 2, 2016 11:42:56 GMT -8
An odd sight approached the guardhouse of the Northern Border; a short, white-haired girl, wearing a white dress and no shoes.. riding on the back of a very large stag. The animal seemed completely content to carry her, and the girl was comfortable on its back, although one would have a hard time telling whether or not she was happy. Her pale-skinned features were completely devoid of any sort of expression, that combined with her unnaturally pale periwinkle eyes making her a very eerie figure.
As the stag came to a stop near one of the guards standing watch, Ryselle turned her head to look at him, fixing the man with a flat stare. When she spoke, her voice was quiet, but with little inflection. "How do I get to Ozmodias from here?" No greeting, no pleasantries, nothing. Did this freakish woman-child even know how to be pleasant?
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2016 11:46:53 GMT -8
The guards stare at her. Why do they always get the weird ones? And who rides a stag, anyway? They point down the road.
"Right that way, miss. There's signs, you can't miss it. Uh...enjoy your stay."
Once she's gone, they turn to each other.
"That was weird."
"Yeah, and when's the last time you saw a stag around here?"
"I don't even think we have them around here."
"I know. It's a shame, too. They taste good."
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Ryselle Fletcher
Committed
Roleplay posts: 94
Age: 20
Physical Description: Coming in at an entirely unimpressive 5'3", Ryselle looks like she weighs less than the average puppy when soaking wet. She is stronger than she looks, which is saying something. She has a fine-boned build, and the white hair (hers being hip-length) and pale skin which her family is known for, but her eyes are a startling shade of lavender-blue commonly known as "periwinkle." She is usually completely expressionless, which often disturbs most people.
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Clothes and Equipment: Ryselle always wears a white dress, and tends to go barefoot. She often carries birdseed, nuts, and pieces of dried fruit, fish, and beef in the many pockets of her dress, to offer to her animal friends. As with every member of her family, Ryselle (for some reason) carries candy in a pocket, usually the black licorice of which she is most fond.
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Player's online availability : Evenings. (EST)
Registered: Feb 2, 2016 0:22:25 GMT -8
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Post by Ryselle Fletcher on Feb 2, 2016 11:48:57 GMT -8
Getting the response she wanted, Ryselle simply looked away, turning her gaze back toward the road ahead. Without a word or even a visible signal, the stag burst into motion, bounding down the road with his passenger carefully hanging on. Soon, they were out of sight.
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Dee Emmecks
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Physical Description: Darkskinned, shaved head, black moustache and a short beard on his chin. He has a tear tattooed near his left eye.
Clothes and Equipment: His signature outfit is a long black jacket with no shirt underneath. He wears a spiked dog collar around his neck with a metal tag brandishing the letter "D".
He wears burlap trousers and black leather boots.
Registered: Jan 26, 2016 21:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Dee Emmecks on Mar 17, 2016 22:11:49 GMT -8
A black stallion rides up to the guardhouse, carrying a man just as black. Dee would shout, "EYO! This is Atlanticus right? I'm on my way to Ozmodias! Ya Hear?!"
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Roleplay posts: 0
Registered: Nov 21, 2024 5:40:48 GMT -8
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2016 16:34:27 GMT -8
"Huh?"
The guards look up from their ornithology textbook, having just been in a heated discussion over the existence and taste of the Inland Albatross. They stare at the man, having never seen a man quite of his complextion.
"Is he super tan?"
"Maybe he's a southerner."
"Perhaps he was in a horrible ink accident when he was young."
They walk up to the man, eyeing him curiously.
"Er...yes, this is the way to Atlanticus. Sir. Ozmodias is that way."
Gesturing vaguely, they point him down the road.
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Dee Emmecks
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Physical Description: Darkskinned, shaved head, black moustache and a short beard on his chin. He has a tear tattooed near his left eye.
Clothes and Equipment: His signature outfit is a long black jacket with no shirt underneath. He wears a spiked dog collar around his neck with a metal tag brandishing the letter "D".
He wears burlap trousers and black leather boots.
Registered: Jan 26, 2016 21:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Dee Emmecks on Mar 18, 2016 16:45:20 GMT -8
He leans forward holding a hand to his ear, "WHAT?! I couldn't hear ya!"
His horse bucks his head, bothered by Dee's yelling.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2016 17:02:20 GMT -8
The two guards look at each other.
"Is he deaf?"
"I think he's deaf."
They lean forward, shouting.
"IT'S THAT WAY!"
One of the guards also gestures to a signpost that reads "Ozmodias --->".
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Dee Emmecks
Established
Roleplay posts: 36
Age: 38
Physical Description: Darkskinned, shaved head, black moustache and a short beard on his chin. He has a tear tattooed near his left eye.
Clothes and Equipment: His signature outfit is a long black jacket with no shirt underneath. He wears a spiked dog collar around his neck with a metal tag brandishing the letter "D".
He wears burlap trousers and black leather boots.
Registered: Jan 26, 2016 21:02:27 GMT -8
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Post by Dee Emmecks on Mar 18, 2016 17:08:00 GMT -8
"OH! THANK YOU! I'M A LITTLE HARD OF HEARING!" Dee thanks them, still rather loud.
"Hya!" The black man rode off on his black Stallion to Ozmodias.
<Exit to Ozmodias>
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Post by Deleted on Apr 21, 2016 23:07:12 GMT -8
A new home.
This Immortal had awakened on the road, buried under feet of dirt. It relied magic, not strength, to dig free. It now was at the gates into Atlanticus -- another kingdom that did not exist when Morgdun died -- and hoping to go somewhere with the land. It was on a coat, it had wealth, and most importantly, renaming it after itself would broadcast to the other Immortals that Immortal Farnum was their new leader.
It stopped at the guardhouse to be admitted.
Now all it had to do was conquer the kingdom by itself.
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Post by Republic of Atlanticus on Apr 22, 2016 20:00:41 GMT -8
The guards hadn't seen much action or interesting people in some time. When Farnum came near, the guards were sure to greet the being. Two foot soldiers would walk to meet the being in the road while being protected by two archers.
"Hey! We'd like to speak with you!", one of the foot soldiers spoke to Farnum as they approached.
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