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Post by kilisa09 on Sept 10, 2006 20:35:30 GMT -5
((Ok, this here's a roleplay we're ALL gonna participate in. Got it? *glares* I made a plot and everything, so let's /try/ and keep it active, alright? Anyway, the plot is sort of just a rough outline. Feel free to do what you will with it, so long as it's not totally off the beaten path. Plot in the next post...Eventually.))
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Post by kilisa09 on Sept 10, 2006 21:16:57 GMT -5
In the country of Krishka, chaos is near the breaking point. It all began before the country realized it, with a tiny village being razed here, a farm burned there. But no one noticed these things, as it was usual. Plus, these were smaller-than-tiny communities; no one really /cared/. But then, a somewhat large town called Shankra was burned to the ground by a band of evil-type people. /That/ was when the country started realizing what was happening, and that it posed a serious threat. The king, surprisingly, didn't really /care./ That was what shocked the occupants of Krishka. For Shankra was not only a small city, it was a center of trade. But the most valuable asset was the fact that Shankra had several Mage schools, producing most of the countries healers, wizards, battle mages, and whatnot. Most of these went to seek service from the king, and they were the finest in the country, and several other countries that surrounded Krishka. But the king, oddly, did not show remorse. In fact, as the band of evil types rampaged across Krishka, most individuals realized the truth; The king and his government were actually /helping/ these people. The army garrisoned most of the towns and settlements, turning those communities into a state of semi-slavery. Finally, before things could get past the point of no return, a group that quickly swelled as more and more brave people joined, a rebellion started. They fought against the king, gathering information from spies and magical means. It became clear that the king and his government was helping a group named the BlackBloods (or whatever you wanna call them). The group was ruthless and cruel, led by what some believed to be a powerful deity. But the Resistance, as the rebellion called themselves, fought just as ruthlessly back. But they were losing. Slowly, granted, but that was the fact. Finally, one mage, determined to help the Resistance, sent a summons discreetly, gathering a group of people who, for the most part, don't support either side, to help the Resistance. He/she explains that there is a prophecy that a group of (insert number here) people shall overturn the evil, and free Krishka and the whole realm, if not the world. The roleplay shall start at the tavern in a smallish town named Rask, at the Flame and Ice Inn. The heroes have been drawn there, and are just sort of hanging out, wondering what in tarnation is going on.
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Post by Ravenmaster on Sept 10, 2006 21:18:02 GMT -5
((....maybe. If I can fit into it. *also isn't comfortable with anthros and stuff*. No offense, Kilisa. I'm just no good at anthros. *looks at Mickey Mouse* Am I, buddy?))
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Post by kilisa09 on Sept 10, 2006 21:43:37 GMT -5
((Heheh. Does that mean you can't play them, or not with them? It's fine.)
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Post by Whyte Phoenix on Sept 10, 2006 21:47:39 GMT -5
(( I'll do any role, if there's someone that's left after everyone else's picked their spot in this plot. I'll be gone starting tomorrow, so I'm not posting till Friday, if it's okay to come fashionably late. ;D ))
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Post by kilisa09 on Sept 10, 2006 22:54:26 GMT -5
((Fashionably late's super spiffy. I actually might not start my introduction for a while, probably...Can't think of someone, well, no, I do have a humanoid character...He's a halfling, as in D&D type halfling.))
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Post by Mullet Fish on Sept 11, 2006 18:34:33 GMT -5
(Okay, I'm going to develop a character specifically for this roleplay. It shouldn't take too long, but it might be kinda hard to fit in, what with homework and all. It'll probably be done by Friday, if that's fine with you guys.)
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Post by Ravenmaster on Sept 11, 2006 22:24:27 GMT -5
((Heheh. Does that mean you can't play them, or not with them? It's fine.) (...maybe both)
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Post by kilisa09 on Sept 11, 2006 23:59:17 GMT -5
((Mmkay. ^^ I've got two characters I can use for this that aren't anthro. Anyone have any problems with my characters, just tell me. I'll get their introductions up eventually.))
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Post by kilisa09 on Sept 12, 2006 18:17:54 GMT -5
((By the way, if I post my introduction, you won't be hearing from me until next Monday. Got a wedding to go to, down in Kentucky.))
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Post by kilisa09 on Sept 12, 2006 18:25:17 GMT -5
"Get yore fat carcass back here!" Fio glanced over his shoulder as he plummeted down his street, bright green eyes wide with terror, yet more than a bit of laughter was sketched across his freckled face. Every inch of his three-foot-tall body was covered with slightly pale skin, which was, in turn, dotted woth freckles. The small boots on his equally small feet pounded the dusty cobblestones, the ends of his blue, loosely-fitted breeches gathering dust also as they flapped around his feet. His shirt was a blue color also, with a bright red, sleeveless vest hanging over it. He gasped for breath, dodging the many people in the crowded marketplace and heading for the Flame and Ice. He didn't actually know he was going there, however. His slightly turned up nose he batted at as he ran, a somewhat large pouch banging against his legs. His bright red hair was unruly and unkempt, cut just below his slightly pointed ears, like those of an elf's. Excpet for a small, triangular tail of hair that hung just a few inches below his neckline. He tripped and stumbled, though managed to turn it into a somersault and keep running.
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Post by InsanexBandit on Sept 13, 2006 0:32:41 GMT -5
Two young children ran hastely down the brick road, their small feet clapping onto the bricks, the 7 year old sister holding her toddler brother's hand as they ran from a guard, a loaf of bread in the other. They passed an interesection with another road, narrowly dodging a carriage, slowing down the man chasing them. The guard chasing them had a cold voice and yelled threats of beatings. The poor boy tripped, landing on the ground. His sister gasped, the guard only several yards away, and covered her little brother, embracing him with her back to the cruel man. "I got ye now ye lil' scum!" His hand raised, as he found it more amusing to beat them with his fists then with his club. The girl screamed, one of imense fear, but few bothered to even look at them. The guards did what they wanted, when they wanted. To interfere usually meant imprisonment. The guard expected his hand to come down upon the girl, but instead it pounded someone covered in a very soft, white and oversized cloak. The bottom of his cloak covered his feet and had a red, triangular pattern, as did the cuffs of his sleeves which covered his hands and in a circle around the neck hole. (White mage! =3) . Liam turned to the girl and told her, "Please...run away." He smiled to reassure the two. "I'll be ok." The girl's smile was priceless. She nodded wordlessly as she grabbed her brother and ran. When she was about to go out of sight, she turned around and mouthed the words, "Thank you." "You lil' brat!" The guard screamed and grabbed Liam. Turning the 13 year old around, he grabbed him by the neckline and raised him high. "Just who do ya dink you are?!" The man yelled in his face. "I dink I should teach you a lil' lesson!" Liam remained silent, staring into the man's eyes. "You betta stop wit dat stare!" Liam's eyes continued to stare, not even blinking. "Dat's it!" The guard yelled, and with his free hand struck Liam across the face. Liam breathed in sharply and the guard smirked. Although his face stung, his head to its original position so that he could stare the guard in the face once more. The guard's smirk turned into a frown of anger and he struck Liam once more. Then, his eyes returned once more to meet his. The guard was about to reach his breaking point when another guard walked out from the corner of the intersection. "Hey Bruno!". Bruno turned his head. "Yur wanted at headquartas." He yelled gruffly. "Leave dat trash alone an hurreh up!" Bruno growled loudly and turned back to Liam. "Yur luckeh I dun kill you raht her raht now." Liam just continued to stare. Bruno released him in midair, Liam landing on his knees. He waited until Bruno left to rise. When he did, he went to the side of the road, picked up his wooden staff, and slowly walked along the road towards an inn. I won't heal these wounds. He told himself, his black hair messily pushed out of the way of his eyesight. I'll have to remember them. One for each of those children. His deep brown eyes looked on the sign on the door that read, "The Flame and Ice Inn." He opened the door slowly and sat at a nearby table. His eyes were closed as he tried to relax, his face stinging in two spots. His eyes snapped open as he heard someone shout out, "Get your fat carcass back here". Oh no...
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Post by InsanexBandit on Sept 13, 2006 0:33:37 GMT -5
(Sorry, but being a bad guy just isn't for me. Guess I'm too much of a goody two shoes? =3.)
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Post by Ravenmaster on Sept 13, 2006 7:25:22 GMT -5
( I'll be the bad guy when I get around to it! *rubs hands together evilly*)
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Post by raptor-chick on Sept 13, 2006 11:00:52 GMT -5
((Hmmm... I'd better work out a charrie for this. I don't remember the last time I had a human character in this type of roleplay. Lol!))
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