No One Cares About My Name.

Depressed and Anguished
2005-04-01 09:03:18 (UTC)

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Stuff of Legends

Morning Star - 3-30-2005 at 08:28 PM
In this rp, the plot is very simple. There is a living god,
name Sordin. He is possibly the most evil being ever known,
and he has come to the lands of Anduran. His one purpose, is
to force every single thing into slavery under his rule. For
five years, his armies and mutations have plagued the world,
slaughtering and enslavng all they cross. Now one of his
mutations, his first chosen warrior, has left the fold. He
is gathering all those willing to stop Sordin in the Inn of
Last Brew, to meet and discuss on what must be done.

Also note, Sordin has used powers to cancel almost all
magic, and greatly weaken almost all others.

Your charri can be any of the D&D races, including, elven,
drow, dwarf, halfling, human etc.

If you wish to be one of Sordin's, you must have skill and
u2u me.
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Race:
Weapons:
Descriptions:
History:

Orelinde - 3-30-2005 at 08:34 PM
Name: Keaira (Kea)
Age: 2 (but age means nothing to this creation or to her
creator)
Gender: Female
Race: Sordin's Creation (vampire-spider mutant and maybe
something else)
Weapons: Her poisonous bite, and the web she spins, she's
also trained in throwing daggers, along with whatever other
powers her Creator decides she can have. She may also take
on a spider form (about the size of taranchula) except this
only lasts for limited amounts of time and leaves her very
drained of energy afterwards (Sordin would try to "upgrade"
this ability but Kea won't let him, the last time he tried
to "upgrade" her there was a lot of pain involved).
Description:

History: Keaira is one of Sordin's creations. It had taken
him maybe nearly a year to get her exactly the way he wanted
her. She was born of fire and darkness, Sordin had
experimented and practiced on many of his underlings and all
kinds of races, and always there was a blemish, something
that just wasn?t right. He destroyed creation after
creation, normally not even giving them 10 minutes to
breathe. But as Keaira emerged his eyes lit up with a
sinister glee and she was fortunately given a week to live -
a sort of test run. There came a point where, after much
yelling from Sordin and hissing from Keaira, that her fate
was to be another destroyed creation. Yet Sordin stopped his
blade and simply stared at her. Her mind as already molded
to what he wished, she would follow all of his orders, every
whim and desire. She would never question him, even though
she could offer opinions, if they were asked for. The only
thing wrong with her was her insufferable attitude. However,
behind every evil person there was an attitude to match and
Sordin sheathed his blade, deciding that it would be
perfectly fine to have a servant with a bit of a bite.

Ben - 3-30-2005 at 09:22 PM
OOC: Havn't used this charrie in a while, in fact havn't
RP'd in a while. Please forgive me if I'm a little rusty.

Characters name: Maeguin Fellagund
Race & Gender: Elf, Male
Age, actual and apparent: Actual: 176 Apparent: 26
Height and Build: Maeguin is a tall warrior (6"3') and of a
fairly muscular build.
Hair & Eyes: Maeguin has very long and fine ashen blonde
hair and piercing jade eyes.

Physical description: Maeguin wears a long, grey hooded robe
and is clad in beautifully crafted silver armour. He wears
his hood up at all times in an attempt to remain hidden from
those of whom he does not wish to be seen. He wears sturdy
brown leather boots and leather armlets.

Weapons: Maeguin carries a finely crafted elven sword and
twin hochland duelling pistols that he purchased from a
Merchant.
Armour: Maeguin is clad in beautifully crafted silver armour
on his torso and thighs, he also wears leather armlets.
Equipment: Maeguin carries potions mixed by the great
alchemists of the mountains and a compass to help him find
his way.

Mental description: The destruction of his home; Berinar has
shattered him psychologically and left him with a broken
mind. He seeks great vengeance upon Sordin and his warriors
and he has become a ruthless killing machine, he fears
nothing and no one, not even death itself. Though he is not
the strongest of Warriors at the Meet, he is one of the
bravest and most fearless.

Background: Maeguin grew up in Berinar with his family and
followed in his Fathers footsteps in becoming a Great Elven
Captain. He was there at the fall of Berinar when his
province was attacked by Sordin's forces. He and what few
men he had fended the evil beings off for two days until
they were eventually overun. When they were forced to
evacuate they walked straight into an ambush, hundreds fell
and the Autumn leaves were stained with the blood of the
Elves that day. The few that managed to escape headed East
and Maeguin was chosen to represent them in the meet at 'The
Inn of the Last Brew'.

Religion: Maeguin had little faith in religion although his
upbringing was a very religious one; the destruction of his
homeland has lost what little Faith he had...

Goals: Maeguin seeks revenge on Sordin and will not stop
fighting until he has fallen. The world looks set to be
doomed and fated to the Strict regime of Sordin; though
Maeguin is blinded by vengence and fury.

Morning Star - 3-30-2005 at 10:37 PM
Name: Korr
Age: 5
Gender: Male
Race: Creation

Weapons: He wields two specially crafted scimitars made just
for his size and strength, but his favored, is FoeMourner, a
massive Naginata styled weapon, enchanted with very dark and
sinister magick, causing all wounds it makes, unable to heal
by normal means. With the supression of magicks, this makes
it a grevious weapon indeed. It stands a good 5 feet from
blade point to end, the handle and shaft made from the
strongest jade. It's head, is a blade of the finest and
sharpest ebony, and never will dull. At the far end, a red
sash of hairs, a collection of hairs from his first slain
opponent, a manticore.

Descriptions: Korr is a hulking monstrosity. The first
creation of Sordin, he was once a barbarian. Standing now at
8 feet even, he is massive. His frame is thick and muscled
heavily, increased from his own ne he had once known. His
skin a dark gray color, setting off his red eyes. His thick
black locks of hair fall to his massive shoulders. His upper
and lower canines, are massive fangs, sharp and able to
easily rend steel or flesh, and if done properly, will force
others to mutate into his own kind, though he still is the
only one. Upon his massively broad back, rests a pair of
black batlike wings, outlined in crimson.

History: Korr was a barbarian, one known for his brutality,
and unlike the rest of his people, he actually learned, and
eventually mastered the way of the staff, spear and
Naginata. he was early twenties when Sordin came to his
people, looking for volunteers. Most refused, saying evil
was not the way to go, but the moment he looked to Sordin,
and the god spoke to him, telling him that people would know
him, he would be known across the world and feared and
respected, his soul became Sordin's. After a year of brutal
and torturous alterations, his new form was complete, and he
was willng to give his life for his master.

For the next four years, Korr lost himself, killng and
bloodshed all he knew to this point, all he cared for. It
quickly brought fear, and a lot of fame, but to Sordin. Korr
didn't care, his devotion had grown more and more each day
until he was unquestionably loyal. Then, one dar day, he
left, never to return unless it was to kill his master, a
plan he has started into action.

Vincent Valentine - 3-30-2005 at 11:03 PM
(Don't fret..i can still be killed..)

Name: Sordin
Other Known Names: Refered to as "Virgil D'Arc" in the
famous tale "The Knight Errant", Also named "Discord",
"Mormegil"(in the Elven tongue) and "The Man in Crimson"
Age: Age is no factor, when he appears, he looks to be in
his late twenties
Gender: Male
Race: Mortal-God of Discord, Vengence and Malice
Weapons: Sordin wields the power that he has been annointed
as the human son of Zwei, the Goddess of Fate in the old
religion. Magic, the source of all that flows in the
universe, he uses this magic to contort and twist the human
and elven forms into the horrors of mutation. A forbidden
and secret magic is also at his command, Nothingness is the
closest word translated from the original name. With
Nothingness he can create objects from almost anything,
including the molucules air that surround him. Even though
he is close to God-hood, using these power requires a great
deal of physical and mental strenth, thus he must rest for
periods of time after exhausting his magical limit
Description: Sordin stands over six feet tall, his build
lean and muscular. His face was thin, pale, yet still held
the form of a handsome young man. His hair was a long and
flowing raven, like his father's, it was glossy to the
touch. His eyes, like his mother's, are a bright and shining
crimson. He is dressed in a manner that might not be too
fitting for the future king of this earth: a long, cardinal
red robe with wide sleeves and a high collar, open and
exposing his bare chest, and a tattered crimson sarong that
reaches down to his knees. From time to time, when he shows
himself to his soldiers, he is clad only in his sarong so
that they may look upon him as their God, his leather black
bat wings emerged from his shoulder blades.
History: Zwei, the Goddess of Fate, had bared a child with a
human male. Renard D'Arc, Sordin's father, had raised him
since the age of five, giving him the name Virgil. Virgil
was a terror, at his father's dismay, torturing small
animals for fun was his favorite passtime. At the age of
ten, Sordin murdered Renard D'Arc, renouncing the name and
taking his true name. When he reached twenty-seven years
old, he acsended into the afterlife by the will of his
mother. For years, his mother kept him enclosed in the
Miasma, where the souls of humanity gather after death and
await the afterlife. Decades passed, Sordin had become tired
of his imprisonment when his body was then planted upon the
earth once again. Not even he knows of what dark rite was
performed to release him, and he did not care. It was now
the time to take revenge on Anduran, his mother's Creation.
In a place called the "Moriquedi", a desolate, cold and
crimson wasteland on the edge of the world where it is
always night and a red moon hangs constantly in the sky,
Sordin build his castle in the center. From here, he began
to work, changing the species of the planet into the
abomitable mutations. Here he waits..The Man in Crimson sits
upon a throne of skulls...

LadyOfTheVampires - 3-31-2005 at 01:25 PM
Name- Catelyn Sails
Age- 118
Gender- Female
Race- Elf

Weapons- A long thin elven made sword, the blade seems to
glow in the moonlight and the hilt is engraved with patterns
of branches and leaves. Also two small identical daggers,
with the same charsistics as her sword.

Physical Description- 5'8", slim and athletic, her long
thick raven black hair falls down to her shoulder and her
deep green eyes are rimmed with long lashes. A fair and
clear complexion. She wears black mostly, a long dark middle
aged dress for her formal dress but she is most comfotable
in a worn black dress reaching mid way to her calfs. Black
boots and always a long black colack with a hood which she
keeps up whenever possible.

Mental Description/Personality- Catelyn is a strong and
stubborn character. Loyal to her friends and a danger to her
enemys she will stop at nothing till the job is done.

History- Catelyn was raised by her mother while her father
was away fighting battles for the elven kings. Her father
was a Lord so she lived a good and comfortable childhood.
When she was 87 her father died and her mother followed
after. She decided to try and make a difference and so
worked her way up to a respected woman. Still young she
plans the battles and showed her skill in the battles with
Sordin. Maeguin Fellagund is the general she serves under.

Morning Star - 3-31-2005 at 07:25 PM
Korr stood on the hill, his crimson orbs watching the oming
nightfall, the twin, golden suns of Anduran slowly falling
behind the massive mountains to the east. He had bee to the
top of the Drakkel mountain range, stood at the highest peak
and watched the masses of humans and other races as they
scampered about with their meager, meaningless lives,
unknowing of the wrath to come. And it did come, within
groves and legions of mutations, and those twisted to
Sordin, spawns of his dark will.

That was a while ago, a time when he led those armies, a
time when Sordin was his master, and unquestioned fully.
Now, all things have changed. He could not stand by and
listen, and do nothig as his master slipped in to insanity.
A fall in which he never recovered from. One that took the
master he knew, the one he had killed so many for, and
twisted him to a dark creature of madness.

Korr let out a growl, one of frustration. He had been there
as the fall began, and all through it as it ended. During
all of that, he had been unable to save his master, unable
to break the reigns of madness that power had set him in. He
had gone so far as to even weep for him, and almost killed
him ehrn Sordin had asked him to end the pain, but he
failed. He faultered, and because of his love and devotion,
could not do it. Now, it seems he should have, possibly to
end the hell the land now suffered in a cruelty born of madness.

From a madness, comes the bane of the world. Something I
could have stopped so long ago, if only I would have held
the resolve, if only I would have been strong enough then.
No matter, I am coming father, and I will set your spirit
free, I will release your dark soul from the madness this
time, I swear to you. Korr thought as he turned, and made
his way back into the inn, occupied only by the inkeeper,
and him.

dark_angel101 - 3-31-2005 at 07:56 PM
Name:Juliet DeAngelo
Age:155 apparent: 20
Gender: Female
Race: Elf/dark fairy
Weapons: She carries a dagger strapped to her thigh, and a
cross bow with flint tipped arrows
Descriptions: She stands at 5ft6, her eyes are a dark blue,
her skin is pale, and her hair is black as ebony. She wears
a long flowing black dress, a dress the compliments her
figure and wears no shoes. She wears a single silver
sapphire tiara, when the moon hits her back though, she
sprouts a pair of batlike wings, they are a dark silver and
soon return to her back when day breaks.
History: she is an orphan, her family, a royal family of
elvs, she was supposed to be next in line, by her fathers
rights but a rival killed her fgamily and banished her. She
is a loner and trusts noone, too many times men have broken
her heart and left her broken. As before she trusts no one.

Goddess_of_Fantasy - 3-31-2005 at 08:20 PM
Name: Janelle (no last name)
Age: 21
Race: Human assasin
Gender: Female
Weapons: Janelle carries a great variety of weapons on her
small frame to aid her in her deadly work. Her weapon of
choice for face-to-face combat is her double bladed sword
strapped firmly in place across her back. However, she also
had a set of six daggers, all made from polished obsidian
with wickedly sharp blades. Two hang at her waist, one on
each side while two more are strapped to her upper thighs.
The remaining two are hidden deep within the folds of her
cloak. She has a small hand crossbow with a quiver of
poisoned bolts strapped at her hip, and she also carries
many throwing weapons. Ten shrukins, ten throwing knives and
a bladed boomerang are all well hidden to any observer, but
only a mere moments time away from her deadly hands.

Physical description: Janelle is very small for a human,
standing only about five foot. She has a very hard frame,
full of sinewy muscles that seem almost too large for her.
Despite her incredible strength, she is also quite dexterous
and extremely flexible. One must be if one of their
past-times includes climbing walls and jumping roofs. She
has a pale ghost-like complextion that is nearly perfect,
and jet black hair that looks almost midnight blue in the
light. Her eyes are the color of the moon, silver. Almost no
one can hold her gaze for more that a moment. She has only
one thing that she considers a flaw, a birth mark on her
upper left thigh. It is a fairly large patch of darker skin
with many freckles that seem to be the moon and stars. Her
mother once told her that her birthmark was a relfection of
the sky above her when she was born.

Mental Description: Janelle is a very secretive and shadowy
person. She despises all things bright and cheery, yet also
hate those like Sorin who kill just for the pleasure of it.
Some may consider her mentally unstable, but she believes
she is the sanest of them all. She lets nothing bother her
or deter her from her duty. She feels absolutely no emotion
and has only known love once when she was a young child. She
has since then harded herself to survive in the cruel world.

History: Janelle was born into a well off family. She
developed a special bond with her father from a young age,
which made her mother quite jealous. In return her mother
began to treat her badly and was forever coming up with new
ways in which to torture her. One day when Janelle was only
12 her father was killed by a group of bandits who attempted
to capture her and her mother. Part of being a "daddy's
girl" is learning the use of weapons. Janelle had learned
from her dad how to fight with almost any kind of weapon
effectively. While she only excelled in the use of a sword
and staff, Janelle could fight with a rock and kill someone.
She also learned how to become one with the shadows. When
the bandits came after her she picked up her fallen father's
dagger and ran into the shadows of the forest behind her
house. She killed everyone of the men as they chased her
through the dense trees. Her mother was no where to be found
when she returned so Janelle took some food, money and all
the weapons she could carry and took to the streets. She
quickly made a name for herself on behalf of her stealth and
weapon ability and soon became an assasin of no small skill.
She had lived like this until Sorin came and destroyed her
home. She has sworn revenge on him or die trying to cut the
bastards throat.
(( OCC.:No offense Vincent .: ))

Vincent Valentine - 4-1-2005 at 12:18 AM
(None taken..i am the antagonist afterall..)

The Crimson King sat upon his throne, the throne crafted
from the skulls of the many races of this world. Each skull
had been removed from the body by the Mad King himself,
individually selected for that person's talent, traits and
gender. To him, the throne was a sigil of perfection in all
of it's bleached white and empty socketed glory. Sometimes,
for his shear amusement, he gave each socket an eye; Eyes
were his favorite part of the human form, and he commanded
his trooped to removed the eyes of all that have fallen
before them. On this day, a brightly shining opate orb of a
drow was set into a skull above him..the scent of the
rotting gel as the eye slowly leaked down in long white
tendrils aroused him. Today though, Sordin was not
pleased..Korr was being a very naughty boy and must be dealt
with..

"Guard..."
The King asked in his baratone draw. A guard in sable armor
advanced into the elaborate red marble throne room, pillars
numbering in twenty-four, twelve at each side, within the
crimson velveted lined hallway.
"Yes, my Lord?"
"Bring Kea to me at once..."
"At once..
The elf clad in black was away with the gliding sweep of his
red cloak. Sordin was alone, his elbow was propped against
the back of a skull that composed of an armrest. He was in a
state that he refused to be in..boredom. Maybe after
commanding Kea, his interests might float towards torturing
something beautiful..Kea was a beauty herself, but he wished
not to send her away without her eyes..

Orelinde - 4-1-2005 at 12:44 AM
Kea frowned as she was found by the guard. She had been
wandering the vast halls of Sordin's castle, again. Not that
it mattered what she did, she was priority, one of the best,
one of the... she couldn't very well say loved, (she had
learned that word from a book, otherwise it wouldn't exist
in her vocabulary). A book she wasn't supposed to have and
dropped into a pot full of dead and rotting plants as the
guard appeared. "His Lordship wishes your presence in the
throne room," the guard bowed to her and Kea watched him
with glittering eyes.

"Does hee?" it was the faintest hiss, and not actually meant
to be answered. The guard was smart (they were slowly
learning her ways - her attitude) and said nothing as he
turned to lead her back to the throne room. Kea found this
as a useless bit of... protocol. She didn't need to be led
anywhere, she had been made here, and knew her way around.
Although there are still many secret halls and rooms...
recently she had stumbled upon some chambers, one being a
vast library, although it didn't contain any books of magic.

However, if her master wished her to know magic he would
teach her himself. The pain that would be. Truthfully, if
Sordin wanted her doing anything, he would tell her, but
since he gave her nothing to do, she figured it would be
okay to stumble upon things he had not bothered to tell her
about. But you weren't supposed to be reading books of that
nature. She stopped walking, and the guard apparently didn't
notice, Kea never made a sound as she moved lithely down the
halls. Her footfalls were, well for the most part,
nonexistent. Rubbing her index and thumb together she slowly
pulled them apart, a small string of silk being created.

She itched all of a sudden, wondering what Sordin might have
for her. Unless he knew of what she had been doing, which
wouldn't be amazing. However, she had been getting away with
a few things as of late... The guard stopped at the end of
the hall, the throne room was beyond the obscenely large set
of black-wood and iron doors. He turned and looked to her.
Tilting her head Kea walked forward, giving him a malicious
smile. She hissed at him, one hand on the knob, "I'll eat
you for dinner tonight. You're not as fat and cumbersome as
all your fellows." There was a playful glint of fire light
on her fangs before she easily pressed the doors open and
slipped into the throne room.

Kea sauntered up to Sordin's throne and frowned at the bored
look upon his face. So she was to become entertainment? No
bother. Her golden orbs eyed the rotting eyeball in its
socket and watched the long white tendrils of fluid. "You
asssked for mee?" Kea drew her eyes away from the rotting
mass and looked to Sordin. There would be no bowing from
her; that was to be expected.

Lady_Nightmare - 4-1-2005 at 01:36 AM
Name: Imogen Weatherwitch
Age: 105
Gender: Female
Race: Human. Far back in family elvish heritage.
Weapons: None, other than knowledge or a staff she carries.
Descriptions: Imogen's outward appearance is that of a tall,
withered old woman. With creased, leathery skin, long
silver-white hair & piercing grey eyes, she looks like most
old crones seen around the country, but retains a certain
dignity. She wears a flowing, coarse cotton dress, covered
by a long white apron, to which many bundles of herbs & herb
gathering tools are tied to. She has no magic as such, but a
keen intellect, & great knowledge of 'natural' healing. She
also has an acute sence for sencing changes in the weather
(hence name, more on this in history) & can predict the
weather for up to a week in advance. She can be at times
cynical & cold, but is still a good adviser & healer.
History: She originally comes from a middle-class farming
family, but, incited by books, she ran off to a town to seek
adventure. Unlike most , she found it. Although no-one could
tell, she was once a beauty, in her own way. This has long
faded now, though. She fell in with a pirateing band, & for
many years looted & plundered with them, almost the exact
oppisite of her current persona. After a while, she grew
sick of the bloodshed & violence. She became aware of a sort
of maddness which overcame the rest of the crew while
attacking other ships. A sort of bloodlust, which, when seen
from an outside point of view, was quiet sickening.
She left them, vowing to take a new life, which she did,
finding she had talent as a healer, & learnt rapidly. The
life at sea has given her a sixth sence for the weather. Her
old life is one of her most closely guarded secrets, & she
will probably feel guilty of it to the grave. When wispers
of Sordin arising reached her, she wanted to help prevent
this evil, perhaps in hope of making up for past misdeeds.
She eventually wound up in the same group as Korr, &, while
unable to take any direct action in the way of battling, is
now a trusted advisor in the group. ((say the word & I'll
deleat this))

____________
Imogen walked towards the tavern. She had seen Korr walk in
there, & if she knew right he was probably brooding again.
It wasn't right for generals to brood too much. It often
gave way to dispare or made them drink. She didn't think he
was that type, but it was better safe than sorry, as he was
thier best, maybe only, hope against Sordin. She walked into
the inn. "The darkness spreads" She said wryly as a way of
greeting.




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