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 Fantasy Tying The World Together

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Sangra, Feb 4, 2019.

  1. Sangra

    Sangra God of Fantasy Member

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    Name: Jandras "Dras" Henkle.
    Age: 29
    Race: Human
    History: Growing up in the city had not only opportunity, but the choice to do whatever you wanted. For most, life was still straight forward. Get whatever job you can and do your best keeping it. For Jandras, it wasn't that hard. With his father being rather well known as a merchant, he was able to make friends in many circles, which meant Jandras had many choices of what career he wanted to follow. Though his career somehow still ended up being chosen for him at the end of everything. By his early teen years, Jandras met a girl that he couldn't believe how beautiful she was. He was certain she was a goddess come to visit them.

    It took a good year for him to win her over, to finally agree that they should be together, now and forever. It was only after that, after another year of working for his father, and saving up every bit of coin he could, that he was able to go to her father and ask for hand in marriage. Although he was only thirteen, Jandras was certain what he wanted, he wanted her. Though money was not an issue for her father. He quickly learned just what was important to the man, so he made sure to make the man see him as a son in law to be proud of, someone the old man could not say no to.

    Joining the imperial army, Jandras started at the bottom. Cleaning pots and pitching tents as the army moved around, patrolling the lands of the kingdom. From there he was finally promoted to a foot soldier. Not very important and usually a rank most men did not survive. Those first into battle didn't last very long, but Jandras managed to survive his first real battle.

    He still remembered how scared he was. He had pissed himself but he had not stopped fighting. At least all the training he had done whenever he had free time had paid off. It had taken him months just to be promoted and after a few weeks, he was thrown into battle. It was only a small battle, a Lord rebelling against the emperor, but his fortress was truly a fortress. It was massive, it was near impregnable and it was big. Luckily he managed to get inside with a small group that survived the rush against the fortress walls.

    The small group, led by the enigmatic captain, managed to not only open the gates for the small army sent to deal with the Lord, they were the first ones to find the Lord trying to escape through hidden passages. This led to one promotion after the other. From having only one side of head shaved, to having both sides shaved. Eventually he managed to make his way to the rank of captain before the age of 17, being one of the youngest to achieve this position.

    Battle after battle, Jandras managed to keep going forward and continued to receive his rewards and his medals. They also came with the tradition of tattoos. By the time Jandras was 22, he was the captain of his own small regiment, his arms covered in tattoos from all his victories and Julianna's father had agreed to his proposal of married. He felt like the luckiest man alive, except that she did not want to be married to a man as her father, a man that constantly was away from home and never around. Only when he finally retired from the military life and was ready to settle down, would she marry him and they would have kids.

    Until then however, Jandras received a promotion that kept him even more from home but was a dream most would wish to achieve. Jandras was under the direct command of Julianna's father, the head of the imperial legion that hunted only the most wanted criminals and elves. They scoured the land in groups of four to six, hunting any that needed to be brought to justice, except for elves who would be killed on the spot and made an example of.

    Some elves were beheaded, some had to be hanged, others were taken back to the capital to be interrogated. At the end, it was their job to ensure no elves survived on this land. It was also the beginning of Jandras's life of learning secrets only known to Julianna's father. Secrets of how to embue his sword with powers unheard of. Jandras learned how to set the blade on fire to burn through anything. He learned how to make the blade so cold that it froze anything it touched. He could slip poison down the length of the blade, cutting someone, barely nicking the skin and still ensuring their death.

    All these he learned and more but unlike the others, Jandras didn't stop there, he took it a step further. He learned how to do these magical abilities with himself. It wasn't easy. A few times he had set himself on fire and a few times it felt like his hands were going to fall off from the cold, but he managed to eventually gain control and learn how to use the powers, allowing them to flow through whatever he was wearing. His clothes, armour, his shoes, anything he wore could be used as a weapon to channel his power.

    His life was truly gaining momentum. He was renown throughout the lands. His was known as Dras, he had money, he had the most beautiful fiancé in the world and of course, he had power. Not only what was taught, but by his position. Finally becoming commander made him one of the most powerful men in the army, a man to be feared and loved, a man that could nearly do whatever he wanted.

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  2. MountainRose

    MountainRose Queen of Shadows Member

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    Name: Ashera (Ash) Beirel
    Age: 430 but appears to be 25
    Race: Elf
    History: Ashera is an elf of high ranking among her people. All of her kind posses magic, but she possesses a kind even rare to her own people. She can manipulate and control darkness and shadows. She can not only grab onto someone's shadow and keep them from moving or control their actions, but she can control and/or communicate with the creatures that dwell in the dark. Her magic has limits of course, in utter darkness she looses control of the shadow though she can still convene with the creatures that dwell there. Her magic also takes a toll on her body and mind. While she had used the centuries of her life to strengthen her ability, using it for too long will exhaust her and pushing through will begin to tear away at her body.

    As a child, Ashera was always feared and revered because of her magic ability. She hated being feared and so she taught herself water magic, or at least a form of it that involved healing. She didn't want to be seen as a monster and so she figured this type of magic would help to counter that image. Her mother had been a healer and so she had the ability for it. She became quite good at it, and uses it far more often than her shadow magic - though she practices both equally to stay as strong as she needs to. Soon she rose in rank among her people since she could both save a life and take one easily. She learned ways to help them and she does have a say in matters. Or least one that will be listened to even if what she says has no effect.

    Ashera remembered a time when humans and elves got along. She missed those times, but she also holds a healthy fear and a not quite so healthy dislike for the creatures. They were responsible for the death of her village. Ransacking it and murdering everyone there. She lived only because she had been at one of their sacred temples learning how to best control her magic and not let it control her. She had been betrothed once, a good man who belonged to her village. He was a warrior and among the first killed. She lost her family and all of her friends as well in that raid and she never quite forgave the humans for it. Especially as their tactics continued and worsened over the decades. Of course she understood their fear as well.

    The elves with her kind of magic and other forms of dark magic could be overcome by it. It could take hold of them and change them. They became a different faction of elf than what was normal. They were called the Darlkings, a race of elf that lived in the dark and took joy out of frightening and slaughtering the weaker humans. They had no conscience, no care for what was right and wrong, and as a result had created this rift between the human kind and elf kind. It was another reason for her training, to keep herself from going down that dark path.

    She missed those she had loved. Though she had created a new family for herself in her new home, had even taken lovers when the connection felt right. But for the most part she kept to herself. She healed those in need of it and helped to contain threats using her shadow magic.
     
  3. MountainRose

    MountainRose Queen of Shadows Member

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    A messenger had come racing to Ashera. Their patrol had come across a group of humans scouting in their territory. It had been bloody and it had been an absolute mess. She rushed there quickly, hopping from shadow to shadow. She could travel by the dark patches, though not for long, but it sped up her travel to get to the edge of their territory where the humans had been found. Why now? Their little sanctuary had been completely safe for so long, why were they being attacked now all of a sudden? No they hadn't been attacked. It had been a scouting group, but the scouts turned into military and wars.

    "What is going on?" She asked, seeming to appear out of no where as she stepped out of a shadow and into the small clearing where her people were.

    "Five left m'lady, the leader is over there." He pointed to where Jandras was. "We want him for questioning and perhaps to make him a liaison between our kind and theirs. He seems to hold power." The elfin guard informed her. Ashera frowned a little and looked to where the human male was hiding.

    "And the others?" She asked calmly. She knew the answer already.

    "They will have to be dealt with." He answered solemnly. They didn't like killing people, they didn't like having to deal with death. Killing humans was not what they did, they tried to stay hidden and out of the way. This was unfortunate.

    "I understand." She whispered. "Get our people back, I....I can use my magic." She said, her resolve was...minimal at the most. She didn't like to use her power to this magnitude. But even as she spoke the forest suddenly seemed to get darker. The shadows of the trees and bushes closing in on the humans. She could hear cries of panic, and she had to close her eyes to block them out. The humans could no longer move. The moment her shadows connected with their own they were stuck in place. The man identified as a leader was then pulled back into the woods. His shadow appearing to be dragged through the shadows of the tress towards their people, it pulled him with them. She had to get Jandras - though she of course didn't know that was his name - away from his men and away from the sounds of killing. She would have to get him away before he knew what happened to his men. Though with how humans viewed her kind anyway, she was sure he would assume his men had been killed anyway.

    "Now." She said to the elfin guard. He nodded and then he and the remainder of their kind moved forward towards the humans, using the shadows as cover. Ashera pulled Jandras away from the scene and towards her, far away from here and to their village.
     
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  4. Sangra

    Sangra God of Fantasy Member

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    Seven men in total. They followed every command Jandras gave. Well they could refuse but their refusal would end with their heads separated from their bodies. Though Jandras had long ago learned what was the difference between a good commander, one his men would actually die for, compared to someone the men wanted to stab in the dark. Jandras asked a lot of his men and they always delivered since every order he gave them was one he would be willing to do himself as well. Now more than ever, he needed his men to follow his orders, he needed them sharp and alert and prepared.

    For days they had followed the trail, seeing where it was leading them. There was a clear knowledge between Jandras and his men that they had followed the tracks out of the human lands and into those controlled by the elves. But it was a risk they would gladly take. Not only would they have elves to kill, they would also have a chance to get vengenence for all the deeds they had done to other humans. It was the sole reason most of these seasoned recruits followed Jandras. They had an opportunity to receive retribution for the crimes committed by the elves.

    Hendrik lost both his sons to elves during a campaign to push the elves back. Bastion lost his daughter to an elvin raid. Uren lost his family and his farm when the elves had cut off all roads, preventing them from being able to reach any civilization, causing them to run out of food and eventually starve to death. The only reason Uren was still alive was simply because he had been lucky enough to run past all the patrols and make it back to the human lands before he was discovered, and before he could collapse from hunger and thirst. They all had a similar story, a story of how the elves had ruined their lives. Which made them dangerous men to. They had a reason to fight, a reason to keep fighting.

    Jandras didn't have a past as colourful as his subordinates but he did have passion and reason. He had something else that he worked towards, a future. The men fought for their past, Jandras fought for his future, and the future of the wife he would have and the children she would bore him someday. Eventually, he would have to do bring his men to be the same, give them a true reason to fight, but not right now. Right now, they needed to sate their thirst for vengeance.

    Holding up his hand, Jandras called a halt to his men, who immediately all scrambled quietly into cover, hiding themselves from any possible danger. Until the commander would give the command, they would not move. Jandras himself didn't try to hide, he moved forward slowly, hidden by the natural bush and brush, his hand on his sword and the small loop undone from the hilt of the engraved weapon. There was a soft sound ahead of them, very quiet and very distinct, definitely not a natural part of the forest. It was enough for Jandras to call a halt to his men.

    Watching carefully through the thick trees and Bush, he waited patiently to see what was coming, or who was coming. He wouldn't be surprised to find elves here, this was their land after all. If it was another regiment of humans, that would surprise him, and leave him angered. The only humans that would be here would be those that had forsaken their own kind and taken up friendship with these demons made flesh. Luckily he didn't see any humans, but he did see a large group of elves.

    They weren't following any ideal of symmetry. They walked where they wanted and with who. Though they did have weapons on them, they held no armour on their bodies, looking nothing like soldiers. Mere civilians, but elves nonetheless. Even if they had been mothers with a babe at the.breast, he would still strike them down. Every elf less in this world would make a better world, and that included these elves.

    With one hand in the air, Jandras ordered two men off to the right and two men off to the left. He ordered two others behind him to ready their bows while the last man he mentioned forward. Even though he was dressed completely in plate mail, no sword or axe in his hand, instead he carried a six foot shield as wide as two men. Jandras waited until all the men were in position before he made the signal.

    The two men behind him fired four arrows each, whistling through the air with deadly accuracy as they thudded into the ranks of the elves. Some went down screaming while others just fell quietly to the forest floor, but it was enough of a warning for the elves to get their defenses up, preventing any more arrows from teaching them as that magical barrier suddenly came up. Jandras clicked his tongue in annoyance. He was hoping they wouldn't have one of those.

    With another mention of his hand, the men flanking the sides attacked, rushing out it the forest at the elves. As soon as their attention was diverted from the archers, Jandras tapped Uren on the shoulder and he rushed forward, the commander right behind him, both swords in hand. With the flank attack and the charge from the front by the solid wall of a shield, the group of elves were quickly split in two, creating a path of destruction between them.

    Jandras's sword swung and swept with amazing speed and accuracy, managing to keep up with any elf. He had trained for years and years to be able to wield a weapon as quickly as an elf, only he made sure he had more power and strength than an elf, each of his swings able to crunch through armour, metal or leather. Now his swords only had to cut through cloth and flesh, making it unneccasary to even use his full strength. As good as things seemed, the tide of battle turned from their favour to the elves.

    The elves had always been careful, using the fight people for the fight job, but they were thinly spread. The elves the not number nearly as many as the humans, but they had devastating magic on their side, but even so, those were still not all that common. Seeing an elf that could repel arrows was common enough, a trick the elves had learned on quickly. Though Jandras did not anticipate for a second magic wielder to be among their ranks, not for such a small group, unless they were escorting someone important.

    When a second mage started throwing fire and lightening at his men, things began going very wrong for his men. He watched as Uren was cooked alive in his suit of armour, how Bastion's head was split open by a lightening bolt conjured up from thin air. One by one his men fell to this magic caster or because of the magic caster. Jandras moved quickly, snapping his swords through the air to hit one elf after the other. All he needed was a single, small cut from the swords as poison flowed along the length of the blades, drenching their blood in the vile toxin that would ensure they never lived past this day. But as hard as he tried, as much as he fought, his men still fell and he became surrounded by the remainder of the elves, those that could still stand and defend whoever they were escorting.

    It wasn't long until it was only Jandras left, standing amidst the dead of elf and human, surround by the two magic casters and the other elves. He waited for them to attack, he waited for them to end his life as they had done with his companions. He had fought hard to end the existence of the elves, but this was the day his fight came to an end, the day when all his hard work finally stopped and would be taken over by someone else waiting in the shadows to proceed him.

    But death didn't come for him, instead he felt his body go ridget, his hands and feet unable to follow his commands. The two swords that had been a gift to him fr his future father-in-law fell from his hands, landing harmlessly on the forest floor. Before he knew it, he was yanked away from the group of elves that held murder in their eyes, wanting nothing more than to kill this human for killing their kind, but something, someone, forced them to obey and not kill him. Jandras still managed a smile to them before he was dragged away by some unknown force, pulled to safety, or maybe to be tortured, but he still would survive another day.

    Even so, it was a hell of a trip. Everything seemed to blur and move as he was dragged away, seeing the forest disappear as he was taken away. But the forest seemed to appear and disappear, each time different than the last. He didn't know what was happening but it felt like he was yanked in and out of consciousness, pulled into blackness and pulled back out. With the battle only a short while ago and this jarring escort to somewhere else, Jandras found himself unable to hold out against the dizziness and darkness that threatened to take him. Without warning, Jandras disappeared from consciousness, passing out before they could reach their distinction, a disappointment. If he could find out where the elves truly made their home, where their king resided, he could escape and inform his general, bringing the full might of the military force down on the elves. He would have to find another way to do just that when he would one day wake again.
     
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  5. MountainRose

    MountainRose Queen of Shadows Member

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    Ashera pulled Jandras back to her people. The trip took some time, they had been out a little ways to try to protect and so her home, the village, was some distance. When she finally reached the place though, with Jandras with her, she was immediately approached by their leader. An older looking elf of high status. He was wise and peaceful, but he was totally against the contact with humans. He didn't care for them and thought everyone would be better off if there was never contact with them. It was a shame that couldn't be the case. She came to a halt in front of him, using her shadows to keep Jandras upright even though he was unconscious.
    "Ashera what are you doing?" The leader hissed as he looked over the soldier. Her gaze remained steady and unwavering as she stared him down. She held power among the people too.

    "We need a liaison. We cannot simply disappear Ri, the humans continue to hunt us down, hiding in the shadows of a world we once knew will not work. He holds power, the patrol said that he commanded the men he was with. He could be of great use to us." She said. She was soft-spoken, but she could be heard and she was listened to. Her leader, Ri as he was called using the old language, narrowed his eyes at her. She understood his hesitation, but they needed something. They were a dying breed and they needed to do what they could to change that.

    "Very well Ashera. But he is your charge. You keep an eye on him, you make sure he doesn't betray us, and you will be the one to put him to death if he poses a severe threat to our people. Do not let him out of your sight Lady or we could all have to pay for your silly hope of peace." The man said. His tone was cold and un-trusting. Not of Ashera, but of the human she had brought back. The elfin lady merely nodded her head and watched as Ri left. The she looked to Jandras. She sighed, but brought him with her. Her place of healing had the perfect area for her to keep him contained.

    She traveled through the village with him towards an area of the forest that seemed impossibly dark. Her people did not fear it, if they needed through, she could clear the path for them. But should she need to, she could trap someone in it as well. The trees appeared to form a tunnel and as she led Jandras through that tunnel it lit ever so slightly. Once through that area she came upon a clearing. It was almost perfectly circular with trees surrounding the outer edges. On the far side was a small waterfall and clear water spring. The water always a perfect temperature and always safe for drinking, though she often used it for bathing and medicinal purposes also. It had been created by someone with healing and water magic and as a result was perfect for her place of healing. A stream trickled from the pool, cutting the clearing almost perfectly in half and then seeming to disappear into the ground where it went to an underground spring. All around in in the clearing was soft green grass and lovely flowers as well as other plants that she could use for healing. it was bright enough to give off a peaceful ambiance, but not too bright nor too dark. Despite that though there were always shadows. It was planned that way. Then she could keep danger away from her people while they were here - it was a safe zone in the worst case scenario - or in this case, keep Jandras here.

    By the time Jandras would have woken he was in the center of the peaceful clearing near the stream. There were fresh berries and nuts for him to eat and a bowl with water for him to drink should he choose to do so when he woke. Ashera waited up near the oddly silent waterfall - it gave just enough sound to be relaxing. She sat up high where she could see everything, sorting out medicinal herbs and salves for her people and this human male should he need it. He would not be able to escape, the shadows would allow anyone in at the moment, but no one could leave without her allowing it.
     

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