Where the Heroes Die IntChk

by **Guilty Carrion** Thu Dec 16, 2010 3:11 am

“There is nothing to be won here. As we march deeper, everyday, the Clans push back harder, with more and more of our men succumbing to their savagery daily. Ka’urderen’s walls loom over us, scarred by centuries of conflict and bloodshed, and yet it still shrugs off our mightiest efforts to breach it. The men, they can feel the pulse that this place runs with, and it terrifies them. How many have died on this field in battles past? Thousands and I fear that we may be next. We have backed the great beast into its corner, but it feels neither our bows nor our spears. It sees only our throat, and soon, it shall come for it.”

- Commander Rikel

Year 56, Age of Unity

Kiuas.

The Frozen North.

A land of snow covered forests, eternally still marshes, and mighty fjords. Titanic mountains pierce the sky, circled by flights of ravenous wyverns, eternally seeking their next meal. Howling wolves and lumbering bears lurk behind every tree, striking those deemed unfit to live in the land of strength. Blankets of glistening snow burying the dead for the eternal winter, awaiting the long dormant spring to free them from icy torment.

It is a place of no remorse, no mercy, and no forgiveness.

Here, the Clans make their home. Since their birth in times long forgotten, the Clans have waged war amongst themselves and against the kingdoms that tried to take their land. Clansmen are strong, ruthless, and brutal to the core. Taught to fight from their birth, they are mighty opponents in battle, and are rumoured to cleave through ranks of men alone without suffering a scratch. Many have tried to bring them to kneel, only to fall victim to the great beast they tried to enslave.

Born into the Clans, you have lived your life for the glory of battle, and the thrill of victory. Now, as you enter your prime, you are called to ride south, to the borderlands, and bring news of the weaker clans, and their battles. Prepare yourself, and ride forth for glory!

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So, what ya think? Before you get all excited, please let me point out one big thing about this RP that I will be enforcing heavily. It is going to be based around real world facts and logic. While mythical beasts (such as the Wyverns mentioned above) shall be present, they are only there because they can biologically and logically exist. So there won’t be any magic in this rp, nor will there be lone men charging armies and laying waste to hundreds. You’re a mortal human, and you can very much die. Especially if you decide to not wear armour. Seriously. You’ll die, and I’ll laugh.

Also, I plan to lead this into carnage and hellfire, so things might get a little brutal and gory at times, and I’m also encouraging people to explore relationships between characters if they so choose, so this could push some boundaries at times. If any of that gets you all riled up, or makes you uncomfortable, then please take a moment to consider it before posting interest.

Thanks fer your time, and I’m looking forward to getting this rolling!

Please note.
No exceptions will be made for anyone regarding the logic rules, no matter what you say. I will not bend to any amount of pressure.

by The Melancholy Spirit Thu Dec 16, 2010 3:52 am

"They march in full battle dress, with faces grim and pale
Tattered banners and bloody flags, rusty spears and swords

Cries ring out, loud and harsh, from cracked and broken horns
Long forgotten battle cries, in strange and foreign tongues

Spear and sword clash rhythmically, against the broken shields they beat
They bring their hate and anarchy, onto Vigrid's battlefield"

Yes, I'm in.