Post by raive on Mar 10, 2012 1:42:35 GMT -5
Since a few people have expressed interest in the Warhammer Fantasy RP, I'm going to be putting up an RP here. As if we didn't have enough to do already... XD
Rules are simple and should be known already.
With that said, have fun!
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The sun shone brightly in Hoeth as it crested a tall hill; within the small village near the tower's base, the populace of High Elves awoke. The Spearmen assigned to guard over every settlement stood vigil, awaiting their replacements as the watch shifted. The ovens stirred to life, the blacksmiths' forges warmed, and alchemy tables were prepared... but none of this concerned the denizens of the Tower of Hoeth itself.
Tall, white, and resplendent in the sun's glow, it stood mightily above virtually every known High Elf building in existence on the island of Ulthuan. The Swordmasters and Mages within awoke and donned their clothing.
Iriel Sunblaze was a Swordmaster of high caliber; while not a ranking officer, he was well on his way to become one. He now stirred and awoke, slowly standing up. The sun reflected off of his smooth, unblemished skin, and he too donned his casual clothing; but then he suddenly remembered.
Today was the first day. A major engagement was supposed to happen in a week, as the Archmages foretold, along the northwestern borders of the Empire. Another battle of the Chaos-cursed hordes versus the "civilized" humans.
And here the Asur were being roped into it. The human race, for all their technology, would never have been established in the first place had it not been for the elves. So it still stood that the Emperor Karl Franz of the humans would petition Phoenix King Finubar of the Asur for aid whenever the day seemed bleak. And it was happening now with virtually every engagement.
The humans had been attracting trouble for a long time. With their recent advances in technology, Norse raiders and vile Skaven strove to take it for themselves. And while the others were in it just for the blood and glory, such as those accursed greenskins and the Beastmen, the humans still could not handle them.
Iriel bowed his head briefly before taking off his casual vestments and donning his stiff under-armor and sturdy battle armor, the ithilmar metal stronger than any human steel. He slung his greatsword across his back and then packed what he could in a small knapsack. He made sure his soulstone - the fist-sized gemstone that contained the life essence of all Asur - lay securely on his chest. He then took his tall helm under his arm and strode out of his room, down the curving, tower stairs. Luckily, his room was close to the bottom. He ventured through various rooms and eventually happened upon the dining room, where some others were already eating fresh fruit and vegetables. They greeted him politely, and he greeted them the same way, sitting down and eating his fruit and vegetables, finishing them quickly. And then an elf in more ornate battle armor walked in. Iriel stood up, along with the others, and all bowed as one. "Hail, Commander Swiftstride."
Swiftstride appraised them all briefly. "No doubt you are all well aware of the current situation with the Empire and the Chaos lands. The situation is growing ever more bleak with the Empire, and hence they have summoned us to their battlegrounds." He looked at them all. "No doubt you all imagine that they brought it upon themselves. They might have, in part, but they, along with us, are playthings in the gods' hands. Fate has played out such that we will be joining them along with White Lions and Sea Guard. Even those tainted by the darkness, the Shadow Warriors, will join us. Although we are not many, we stand strong. We fight to preserve order. We fight for peace. And soon, we shall fight for unification."
The room resounded with polite applause. Swiftstride paused. "We are to wait here and await the others who will be joining us." The room erupted in murmurs. "Yes, some of the members of the other races already on our fair island nation will be joining us. But it was not specified as to who or what they are. They could be Lizardmen, or they could be Dwarves. Hence we are to wait here until they arrive." The room resounded with "Aye, Commander Swiftstride."
The commander nodded. "That is all; you may do as you wish for the time being, but I suggest you all, as the humans would say, get 'warmed up'."
Iriel walked out to the training fields and equipped his helm, unsheathing the greatsword and settling into a fighting stance.
Rules are simple and should be known already.
- No godmoding. Casting an ungodly strong spell just to obliterate the enemy, while it's good for your forces, isn't conducive to the RP. And that sword you have can't chop through five feet of steel in one slash. Give me a break, people.
- No harassing.
- Don't hesitate to ask me about questions regarding lore. I think I can answer it pretty well. If not, there's a wiki for everything.
- You can have multiple characters within the Forces of Order. Just be sure that the profiles make sense. If they don't for whatever reason, I'll somehow find a way to make them make sense. Also, if you want to go about that road, please PM me first.
- Magic weapons are acceptable, but message me first as to what they are. Same goes for armor.
With that said, have fun!
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The sun shone brightly in Hoeth as it crested a tall hill; within the small village near the tower's base, the populace of High Elves awoke. The Spearmen assigned to guard over every settlement stood vigil, awaiting their replacements as the watch shifted. The ovens stirred to life, the blacksmiths' forges warmed, and alchemy tables were prepared... but none of this concerned the denizens of the Tower of Hoeth itself.
Tall, white, and resplendent in the sun's glow, it stood mightily above virtually every known High Elf building in existence on the island of Ulthuan. The Swordmasters and Mages within awoke and donned their clothing.
Iriel Sunblaze was a Swordmaster of high caliber; while not a ranking officer, he was well on his way to become one. He now stirred and awoke, slowly standing up. The sun reflected off of his smooth, unblemished skin, and he too donned his casual clothing; but then he suddenly remembered.
Today was the first day. A major engagement was supposed to happen in a week, as the Archmages foretold, along the northwestern borders of the Empire. Another battle of the Chaos-cursed hordes versus the "civilized" humans.
And here the Asur were being roped into it. The human race, for all their technology, would never have been established in the first place had it not been for the elves. So it still stood that the Emperor Karl Franz of the humans would petition Phoenix King Finubar of the Asur for aid whenever the day seemed bleak. And it was happening now with virtually every engagement.
The humans had been attracting trouble for a long time. With their recent advances in technology, Norse raiders and vile Skaven strove to take it for themselves. And while the others were in it just for the blood and glory, such as those accursed greenskins and the Beastmen, the humans still could not handle them.
Iriel bowed his head briefly before taking off his casual vestments and donning his stiff under-armor and sturdy battle armor, the ithilmar metal stronger than any human steel. He slung his greatsword across his back and then packed what he could in a small knapsack. He made sure his soulstone - the fist-sized gemstone that contained the life essence of all Asur - lay securely on his chest. He then took his tall helm under his arm and strode out of his room, down the curving, tower stairs. Luckily, his room was close to the bottom. He ventured through various rooms and eventually happened upon the dining room, where some others were already eating fresh fruit and vegetables. They greeted him politely, and he greeted them the same way, sitting down and eating his fruit and vegetables, finishing them quickly. And then an elf in more ornate battle armor walked in. Iriel stood up, along with the others, and all bowed as one. "Hail, Commander Swiftstride."
Swiftstride appraised them all briefly. "No doubt you are all well aware of the current situation with the Empire and the Chaos lands. The situation is growing ever more bleak with the Empire, and hence they have summoned us to their battlegrounds." He looked at them all. "No doubt you all imagine that they brought it upon themselves. They might have, in part, but they, along with us, are playthings in the gods' hands. Fate has played out such that we will be joining them along with White Lions and Sea Guard. Even those tainted by the darkness, the Shadow Warriors, will join us. Although we are not many, we stand strong. We fight to preserve order. We fight for peace. And soon, we shall fight for unification."
The room resounded with polite applause. Swiftstride paused. "We are to wait here and await the others who will be joining us." The room erupted in murmurs. "Yes, some of the members of the other races already on our fair island nation will be joining us. But it was not specified as to who or what they are. They could be Lizardmen, or they could be Dwarves. Hence we are to wait here until they arrive." The room resounded with "Aye, Commander Swiftstride."
The commander nodded. "That is all; you may do as you wish for the time being, but I suggest you all, as the humans would say, get 'warmed up'."
Iriel walked out to the training fields and equipped his helm, unsheathing the greatsword and settling into a fighting stance.