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Darkness Of Camelot - Age of Chivalry

This is a non-canon rp and the time zone of people alive and dead does not matter, so Trebuchet might not have been an armourer before Arthur was made king, but it dosent matter.
Story

It is winter in Britan and Arthur had just become king of England, the Round Table is enroute to his castle at Camelot. The code of Chivalry has only just been created by officials, Arthur had just Knighted his first Knights and they have been setting on quests scince their Knighthood. The Otherworld, home of the Faries, has still hidden its doors from the world of men, and only people who accidentally pass through a door into their world or know where one is ever see them. Unless the Faries whishes it. But a darkness is creeping over England, a darkness which people can feel. The otherworld has closed the magical doors inbetween them and the world of men to prevent the curse from passing to their realm. But there is no way of telling what the curse is going to do - or what it is doing. Knights and their Squires are setting out to try find the cause of this curse, but to no avail. And they are commonly never seen again...

Knights Code Of Honour

* Courage
More than bravado or bluster, today?s knight in shining armor must have the courage of the heart necessary to undertake tasks which are difficult, tedious or unglamorous, and to graciously accept the sacrifices involved.

* Justice
A knight in shining armor holds him- or herself to the highest standard of behavior, and knows that ?fudging? on the little rules weakens the fabric of society for everyone.

* Mercy
Words and attitudes can be painful weapons in the modern world, which is why a knight in shining armor exercises mercy in his or her dealings with others, creating a sense of peace and community, rather than engendering hostility and antagonism.

* Generosity
Sharing what?s valuable in life means not just giving away material goods, but also time, attention, wisdom and energy ? the things that create a strong, rich and diverse community.

* Faith
In the code of chivalry, ?faith? means trust and integrity, and a knight in shining armor is always faithful to his or her promises, no matter how big or small they may be.

* Nobility
Although this word is sometimes confused with ?entitlement? or ?snobbishness,? in the code of chivalry it conveys the importance of upholding one?s convictions at all times, especially when no one else is watching.

* Hope
More than just a safety net in times of tragedy, hope is present every day in a modern knight?s positive outlook and cheerful demeanor ? the shining armor that shields him or her, and inspires people all around.

Rules

1: Gm's word is Law
2: No Flaming, Swearing, Cussing, Cursing
3: No God-Modding
4: Use Tag, IC and OOC rules
5: OOC permitted
6: No controlling/killing other charactors without their and GM's consent.
7: All Chara Sheets To GM
8: Ask GM for additional charactor approval.
9: Have Fun (Like Always)

Character Sheet

General:

- Name:
- Species: (Human, Farie, Other)
- Age:
- Affiliation: (Arthur, Free-Lance, Other Castle [name it], Other)
- Gender:
- Hometown:
- Profession: (Knight, Wizard, Squire, King [Castle name], Page, blacksmith, other)
- Weapons:
- Armour:

Appearance:

- Hair:
- Eyes:
- Skin Colour:
- Scars:
- Facial Features:
- Facial Hair: (most knights are shaved)

Personal:

- Likes:
- Dislikes:
- Other Info: (Habits, anything else really)
- Personality:
- Family:
- Chivalous: (Yes/No) [if you follow the code fully or not)
- Bio:


My Sheet

General:

- Name: Dmentae Salamander Uay
- Species: Human/Farie
- Age: 24
- Affiliation: Free-Lance
- Gender: Male
- Hometown: Camelot
- Profession: Knight
- Weapons: Silver-bladed short swords made by Trebuchet, Black lance.
- Armour: Full Black ar

 

Gm Approved

- Name: Shooga the Hungry or Shooga BloodTusk
- Species: Ogre
- Age: 36
- Affiliation: Free-Lance
- Gender: Male
- Hometown: Nottingham Forest
- Profession: Merc
- Weapons: A large Tree branch that Shooga has turned into a powerful mace by attaching stones to it. Long knife, Fists, and tusks.
- Armour: Shooga doesnt wear Plate or Mail like any other warrior. Shooga's naturally hardened Ogre skin is enough armor for him.

Appearance:
- Height: Eight foot Two inches
- Weight: About 700 pounds
- Hair: Bald
- Eyes: Red
- Skin Colour: Tanned
- Scars: Large one across chest and several small ones about body
- Facial Features: Two blue Tattos looking like blue scars go over his right eye.
- Facial Hair: None

Personal:
- Likes: Food
- Dislikes: Hunger
- Other Info: Eats, All the time
- Personality: Cheerful Fellow, Likes anyone who feeds him
- Family: Mother in Nottingham woods. Father - Dead. Step Father/Uncle - Nottingham woods
- Chivalous: No
- Bio: Shooga BloodTusk, or more commonly called Shooga the Hungry, was born in Nottingham woods to two Ogres. He is an only child. Shooga grew up like many Ogres do, getting beat on by the older Ogres. At the young age of two years his father was murdered by Shooga's Uncle, who then took Shooga's mother for himself. And the beatings continued.
It wasnt till Shooga outgrew most of the Ogres around him, that the beatings stoped. Now Shooga was the beater and he beat up the others. At the age of 15, which is the Natural time for Ogre young to leave, Shooga left home with a large Tree Branch as a wepon in hand.
As most Ogres Pillaged and Raped, Shooga turned to the life of a Mercenary. He got small jobs at first, like pulling a plow or cart, Lifting things, and helping to build things. It wasnt intill the people trusted him that he got the good paying jobs: Kill some bandits, protect the caravan, and even fight in some small battles.
Shooga, now on his 36th year, is friends with many farmers and a succesful mercenary. He owns a small house next to Camelot, it is built next to all the farmer's houses.

 

- Name: David Serham
- Nickname: Black Knight
- Species: Human/Vampire
- Age: 26
- Affiliation: Arthur
- Gender: Male
- Hometown: Camelot
- Profession: Knight
- Weapons: Stained Black: Broadsword, Curved Short sword, Long Sword, Three Hunting Knives,
- Armour: Stained Black Plate Armor, no Helmet

Appearance

- Height: 6?8?
- Weight:165
- Hair: Black Chin Length
- Eyes: Black with a Fiery Center
- Skin Colour: White, Deathly Pale
- Scars: None
- Facial Features: The Black Knight?s face has no blemishes and his skin is perfect. He has an exotic beauty to him.
- Facial Hair: None

Personal

- Likes: Music, Sparring, Feasts
- Dislikes: War, Blood
- Other Info: Intimidating because of his ghost white skin and emotionless face, Extremely Strong and Fast
- Personality: Compassionate and Kind, Seemingly emotionless, Serious
- Family: Mother - Presumed Alive, Father - Dead
- Chivalous: Yes
- Bio: David Serham was born from his Vampire mother and Human Father and was a strange creature. As a child he never cried and he was always serious. He rarely played just sat and read or listened to music. When he was old enough his father trained him in the ways of the sword. When he was born he obtained attributes from both his parents.

He has enhanced reflexes and strength and speed and doesn?t need to drink blood. He is still hurt by intense light and always wears his armor. When he was 16, his mother was found out and the town tried to kill her. She had to run away and his father killed himself from the grief.

Without a family he enrolled in Arthur?s Knight academy. No one but those who needed to knew about his heritage. He was a quick learner and was knighted at 18. David is a good friend of Arthur.

 

Ok, we need a few more people then we can begin, but i suppose we can begin even if we dont - i dont wanna lose people ^_^

 

ok...I think I can manage ^^ expect a cs soon

 

CS was sent in late last night. Woot!

 

GM APPROVED

General:

- Name: Ash Swares
- Species: Human
- Age: 27
- Affiliation: Free-Lance
- Gender: Male
- Hometown: Martes
- Profession: Blacksmith
- Weapons: Repeating crossbow, sword
- Armour: platemail chestpice, greaves

Appearance:

- Hair: Dark Brown, swept back, on the short side
- Eyes: Brown
- Skin Colour: Lightly tanned
- Scars: small scars over his face
- Facial Features: very chisled, strong chin, expressive eyebrows
- Facial Hair: None

Personal:

- Likes: Women, Feasting, Battles, Tinkering
- Dislikes: Magic, Undead
- Other Info: No matter what he's doing, he's thinking about women.
- Personality: A wise-cracking, chauvinistic braggart whose insufferable nature is matched only by his ingenuity.
- Family: None to speak of; he's had a long history of problems with the undead.
- Chivalous: No
- Bio: Ash, of Martes' House of Swares, was born in the small village of Martes in the north of England to two loving parents. His life was actually going quite well up until his teenage years; he had just completed his blacksmithing apprenticeship and was returning to Martes from York when his caravan was attacked by undead, flesh-possessing demons. Ash was the only left alive after the dust had settled. Years later, he would return to the site of the attack, in order to better understand what had happened, when he was once again dragged into the affairs of the undead. This affair left him badly beaten, but once again alive. Deciding to essentially "cut his losses" and leave the north, Ash set out for the sanctuary of Camelot, hoping to build both a business and a better life for himself.

 

OOC:

ok, when the other two post their sheets, we shall begin. More people may join after we have started. Ty - GM

 

GM Approved.

General:

- Name: Avalon
- Species: Human
- Age: 23
- Affiliation: Free-lance
- Gender: Female
- Hometown: N/A, she?s a wanderer
- Profession: Druid
- Weapons: Celtic longsword, dagger
- Armour: Chain and leather armor, steel bracers and small pauldrons

Appearance:

- Hair: Dark brown, nearly black
- Eyes: Green
- Skin Colour: Fair
- Scars: None worth mentioning
- Facial Features: Heart-shaped face, slightly big eyes.
- Facial Hair: None

Personal:

- Likes: The color green, water, birds
- Dislikes: ?Civilized? people, being in large cities
- Other Info: N/A
- Personality: As her religion dictates, she tries to live in harmony with the living world around her, but she has to restrain herself from being angry with the people of Camelot for turning their backs on the ancient ways, and Arthur for forgetting his own roots. So while she?s generally quiet and friendly, she can come off as a little harsh at times. Do not provoke her to fighting.
- Family: Parents deceased. Grandmother is getting there.
- Chivalous: No
- Bio: Avalon was named for the ever-more-elusive land of the Fae that her family was so in touch with. Her parents, both hot-blooded Celtic warriors lost their lives in battle, and so Avalon was sent to her grandmother, who bore children relatively young and so had the stamina to raise another. She was a druid, and trained Avalon as one so the art wouldn?t be lost. So the two traveled together for years until her grandmother grew too old and weary. Avalon intended to care for her when they returned to their village, but her grandmother wanted her to continue her work as a druid rather than tend to her in her old age, an illness that can?t be cured. So once again she set off, and she?s been on the road ever since, trying to keep the old beliefs from dying entirely.

 

GM Approved

General:

- Name: Lillian Merann
- Species: Human
- Age: 21
- Affiliation: Free-lance.
- Gender: Female
- Hometown: Lives alone in a cottage just outside Camelot.
- Profession: Weaver, seamstress.
- Weapons: A small dagger she keeps for self-defense.
- Armour: No armor, typically wears very plain dresses.

Appearance:
- Height: 5?5?
- Weight: 120
- Hair: Blonde, almost to knees, typically worn loose or in a braid.
- Eyes: Blue
- Skin Colour: Caucasian.
- Scars: None.
- Facial Features: Has a narrow birthmark on the side of her nose?it looks like a scar from a cut, but isn?t.
- Facial Hair: N/A

Personal:

- Likes: Working, music, reading.
- Dislikes: Violence, cruelty.
- Other Info: Tries to keep busy at all times?when bored, she becomes nervous and agitated, often wandering around aimlessly.
- Personality: A quiet, timid woman, but is generally friendly and gentle, unless given reason to be otherwise.
- Family: Father Richard?deceased, due to illness. Mother Hannah?deceased.
- Chivalrous: N/A
- Bio: Had her ancestors perhaps been a bit more frugal with the family fortune and a little less corrupt, Lillian might have been raised in the lap of luxury, without a care in the world. However, such is not the case. The Merann manor was long ago traded in for a modest cottage, their luxurious lifestyle reduced to that of honest, hard-working peasants. By the time Lillian was born, the Merann name, though no longer sullied by the bad reputation of her forefathers, entailed very little. Her father worked as a carpenter, doing odd jobs for others. Her mother was a weaver and a seamstress herself, and Lillian learned the trade at a young age. Hannah and Richard also taught their daughter how to read and write, feeling that some education was better than none at all, which was the case with many of the local peasants.
When Lillian was ten, her father died of illness, and her mother was never the same afterward. She became distant and depressed, and died herself, about six years later. The cause of her death was never truly determined?though it was suspected she?d had a heart attack in her sleep, and some thought she?d killed herself, most assumed she?d simply stopped caring after the death of her husband, and just wasted away in her grief. Lillian has since then moved on, and has become more self-sufficient and independent.

 

OK, let begin - ill do one post that will explain everyones starting point, even mine, so u know what is going on with me.

IC: Camelot - King Arthurs Court

King Arthur stood above his court as they settled, then he sat himself. He looked though the papers on his desk before him and pulled out the first about the Round Table.

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Round Table - Discussion

Arthur told the court that the Round Table was on its way to Camelot with an Knight's escort, the good Sir Serham, who has a great reputation and is personally friends with the king himself. He is guarding it against any thugs or enemies whishing to dperive Camelot of their newest honour.

Tag: Nick

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Army Recruits - Discussion

Arthur then moved onto the topic of an unknown source gathering an army to conquer England and King Arthur's court. And he needed recruits for the army, he told the memebers to look for mercenaries and other swords-for-hire to fight for Camelot in its time of need. One man stood and called that he knew of a powerfull and loyal Ogre Mercenary living outside the City, Arthur told him to find that Ogre.

Tag: Tog

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Civillian Safety - Discussion

Arthurs next topic was the safety of their civillians, he told the Court to call all civillians and anyone else in England without a castle of their own to come and stay in Camelot, it was easily big anough and people could stay in the Knights castles if it was not. Another group of men rose and departed to spread this news.

Tag: Tiborax, Mando-Girl, Anne.

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Arthur then closed the meeting and the members dispersed to do their jobs. As he was leaving, Merlin came to him and asked to talk to him "Yes Merlin?" Arthur asked
"There is a Knight who you once knew, he was knighted by your father and looks about 24, although he is much older than that, being half farie"
"What is this Knights name?" Asked Arthur.
"You already know his name, but i will go find him and ask him about recruitment"

Tag: Dmentae

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It begins. Have fun!!.

 

"By request of King Arthur, all citizens should, for their own personal safety, head for the citadel of Camelot at the earliest possible convenience. Thank You."

Ash tore the small notice off of the nail that held it to the tree and crumpled it up, tossing it aside into the brush that lined the path south.

"Damn knights and their pompous attitudes..."

Ash had never shared most people's fondness for knights, especially ever since the "incident" with the caravan. He had learned firsthand that all the honor and chivalry in the world won't save you from a demon bent on swallowing your soul and possessing your body. He shrugged off his irritation; it was a moot point, anyway. He was already on his way to Camelot, as it were.

However, he noticed something odd that made him halt in his tracks. There was a foul wind blowing; the sky was clouding over very quickly, and the distant sound of thunder could be heard. He began walking south towards Camelot, only this time, significantly faster.

All of a sudden, there was a flash of grey hair, an extraordinarilystrong backhand, and Ash was lifted off his feet and launched through the air a full ten feet. Shaking the flashing lights out of his vision, Ash stood slowly, getting a better look at his assailant. It was, at first gllance, a woman; closer inspection would prove otherwise. Her skin was unnaturally wrinkled and hanging off the bone. He hair was flyaway and frizzy. Worst of all, however, was her rolling, milky-white eyes. She lifted a bony finger and pointed at Ash, sneering and revealing her crooked, pointed teeth. Her voice was high-pitched and full of ancient malice.

"I'll swallow your soul!"

Ash deftly removed his crossbow from its holster on his back, loading a large clip of bolts, cocking it, and lifting it up to his shoulder. His face was emotionless, and his voice was a gruff challenge.

"Come get some."

The beast-woman charged him, but was thrown back by the force of three bolts hitting her square in the chest. Ash cocked the crossbow again, loading another bolt as she leaped back up. He sent her crashing back down with a shot square between the eyes. She didn't move for a moment. Carefully, he replaced his crossbow in the holster and drew his sword. He approached slowly, expecting trickery. He would be proven correct swiftly, as the beast rose once again as he was within mere feet of her. However, expecting such deceit, Ash decapitated her in one swift stroke, sending her body crumpling to the ground in a heap. The head rolled off into the brush. Without a word, Ash returned his sword to its scabbard and started back on the road to Camelot, albeit at a jog.

 

IC: Lillian Merann

"By request of King Arthur, all citizens should, for their own personal safety, head for the citadel of Camelot at the earliest possible convenience. Thank You."

Lillian frowned as she read the notice a second time--she'd heard the whispers that occasionally went through the town's rumor mill, whispers of a growing darkness sweeping over the country, and of men sent on dangerous quests from which they never returned--but she had not suspected that it would come to a point where it was necessary to relocate entire villages to safer havens. But if it was the King's wish, then so be it.

Lillian quickly moved out of the small crowd that had formed around the notice, and made her way back to her cottage. There, she gathered her few valuables, as well as extra clothing and some of her smaller work-related items--needles, thread, and a small bundle of cloth swatches she used for embroidery or patching holes. Once she had everything she needed or wanted to take, she headed for Camelot.

Tag: any

 

IC: Dmentae - Road to Camelot

Dmentae rode along on his black horse, the horse began cantering and Dmentae gripped the reigns tighter. He rode on a short while longer beofre a glow of energy appeared before him. He dismounted and drew his dual blades, preparig for one of the monsters that had been assailing him scince he depated the Castle he had beeen staying at. He walkedtoward the void that had appeared after the energy surge, and recognised it. He sheathed his weapons and stepped back a couple of meters. A moment later, a figure stepped through the void into his path. "Merlin, i thought you were one of those Kreions that have been plagueing these roads and forests of late" Dmentae spoke softly to the wizard. "Yes, well its a good thing you knew my void type, otherwise i would just be ahead talking at the moment" Merlin replied and walked with Dmentae, his horse following silently. "So, Merlin, whats ails you?" Dmentae asked. "The darkness, Dmentae. You know its orogin more than any alive today"
"Oh, you mean the lake of souls?" Dmentae replied simply, as if it were common knowledge. "So, thats where it is emnating from" said Merlin. They walked a little longer until they reached a cross roads. "Dmentae, Arthur needs you" Merlin said, as he walekd back into the void he used to teleport. "I know" Dmentae replied.

 

GM Aproved

- Name: Zakthor
- Species: Human/Werewlof
- Age:
- Affiliation: Freelance
- Gender: Male
- Hometown: Ludlow
- Profession: Wizard
- Weapons: Magicle Oak staff (like Gandalf the Grey's one),a long sword and large dagger
- Armour: simple leather armour with clock over

Appearance:

- Hair: brown and very messy
- Eyes: dark brown
- Skin Colour: tanned
- Scars: a large one across his face
- Facial Features:
- Facial Hair: small beard neatly trimmed

Personal:

- Likes: makeing mischeif and having fun
- Dislikes: Werwolf hunters and cats
- Other Info: Scratches his ears alot and dosn't like cats
- Personality: quick witted and funny
- Family: Father was a wizrd mother was a werewolf.
- Chivalous: No
- Bio: Because of his Parantige Zakthor was born with a magicle abilities as well as the trouble of become a werwolf on the full moon after his seventh birthday. His father taught him about the rules of magic and the three stages needed to go through in order to be a master of the art. He showed an uncanny abilitie of Magic and learnt the spoaken magic very quickly and then advance to the hand movment level, but was never able to advance to useing magic by thought alone.

During his time studieing magic Zakthor's Mother taught him how to handle being a werwolf. Sadley he got over confident and got in a fight with a big werwolf and that's how he got the big scar across his face. Over time he combined his magicle ability with his werwolf powers so that he could change a will.

 

IC:Zakthor

The young Wizard stroad threw the wood land near Camelot hoping to get some rest in an Inn and possibly a bite to eat (his supplies had ru out that morning). As he walked he came across a notic nailed to a tree requesting all able bodied men to rally to King Arthurs side, Zakthor grinned, it was time he reveiled his knowlage and presence to the king, as he had been told to do my Merlin all thoose long years ago.

 

Shooga The Hungry - Forest near Camelot

The glow of a fire lit the scene of five men, dressed in half armor, half rags. Thier wepons of steel were old and rusty. All of them looked like they have not eaten in days. The forest around them looked old, the trees towered above the five men and their camp site. Suddenly a stick breaking could be heard, followed by many others of something moving towards the glow of the fire.

"He's coming for us! The damn beast wont quit!" One of the men yelled.

"Quite! Its probally just a curious animal." Another man said.

"An animal that's stupid enough to move towards a campsite of awake humans?" The scared man said.

"Its the beast! Im out of here!" A differnt man said as he ran off into the darkness of the woods. As soon as the man left a giant almost human looking creature could be seen coming towards the camp. The creature stepped into the light to reveal an ogre wielding a large mace.

"Ello ter you silly peoples!" The Ogre said. "Please don' run. I won' kill you if you don' run". As the ogre finished talking one the of them started to turn around to run for it, before he could move a step his was hit in the head by the Ogre's mace and he flew a few feet before being stoped by a tree. The mans face was completly crushed. "Anyone else wanna run?"

Tag: Any

 

GM Approved

General:

- Name: Kratos of Sparta
- Species: Human
- Age: 25
- Affiliation: Castle Olympous
- Gender: male
- Hometown: Sparta
- Profession: Self - Proclaimed God of War
- Weapons: Blades of Chaos(Two blades with chains burnt around his forearm)
- Armour: Raiment of the Gods

Appearance:

- Hair: None
- Eyes: Brown
- Skin Colour: Pale White
- Scars: abdomen right side,
- Facial Features: Has one red tatoo along his right shoulder and swirls up back of skull
- Facial Hair:Small Goate

Personal:

- Likes: War,Death,Hate,order
- Dislikes: The Greek Gods,barbarian tribes
- Other Info:
- Personality: Always angery has anger managment problems
- Family: Killed them under the will of Ares the Greek God of war
- Chivalous: No Never follows the code
- Bio: He origanated from the Greek province of Sparta he was exiled after killing his family after doing the biding of Ares the Greek god of War, after they banished him he traveled, with a band of spartans, all across the land killing all in sight from lowly barbarian tribes to forming empires.
After he reached the island of Great Britania with a few spartan warriors he quickly felled a king who was tring to put one of his warriors to death for stealing a horse, after he conquered the kingdom he named it after a sacred moutain in his home land, and proclaimed him self the god of war.
To this day he rules the land in search of a kingdom to test his kingdoms new strength.
Though he has no godly powers he has been seen as one against his foes.

 

IC:Kratos of Sparta
A Cletic Tribe

Kratos and a band of about 50 spartans charged into a tribe of about 120 celts woman and children included. When a sentry saw the soldiers he didnt have time to alert the others before Kratos ripped his jaw off and beat the man to death with it.

"Spartans take the rest of them leave only women and children."Kratos yelled

Walking up to a man and stabing the man through the jaw into the top of skull spinning him above his head throwing the body thirty to forty feet away.

By the time the battle was over only 25 people were left,from the tribe,and they were all women and children. After stalking the nomadic tribe for a few days and in about a hour they were almost completely killed out.

"Spartans move out."Kratos said before walking out of the camp casually.


TAG:Aleron

 

Shooga the Hungry

Shooga walked threw the forest with five smashed heads tied to his belt, they all tried to run and Shooga found the other that ran away earlier. He heard the sounds of a battle nearby, he pulled his mace off his back and ran towards the sound. He ran out of the forest and into massacre, as well as a blood covered human. He looked down at the human, his skin was gray; besides the blood covered areas; he also had two weird looking swords. Shooga looked at the man for a bit with a puzzled look before speaking. "Your grey..."

Tag: Kratos

 

IC:Kratos of Sparta
Remains of Celtic Tribe

As Kratos turned to move out his spartans he saw a large ogre looking at him.
"Your grey..It said
"Who are you?" Kratos asked
Hearing him the spartans turned away from gathering any equipment they could.
"Spartans return to Olympus."
They slowely walked back to the castle that was in view but barely.
"So what name should they chisel into your tomb?"Kratos asked


TAG:Shooga The Hungry

 

Shooga the Hungry - Celtic Tribe Massacre

The Ogre bellowed out in laughter before hefting up his giant mace on resting it on his shoulder. "HaHaHaHa... Your a funny egg. Im Shooga BloodTusk, silly Egg. Mercenary from Nottingham! Bu' most peoples call me Shooga te Hungry." Shooga said before rubing his masive stomach. "Olympus? Spartans?" Shooga said remembering the man's words. "Tere are not toses tings on tis island... Ju not only a funny egg... Ju a crazy egg..."

Tag: Kratos

 

IC:Kratos of Sparta
Remains of Celtic Tribe

"I am the god of war!"Kratos said
"I have traveled from my homeland of greece to conquer all who apose me, I was cast out of Sparta, and you shall serve me, or perish."
"You have two days to answer me, if you say yes meet me at my castle, you can see it in the distance."
With that Kratos melted into the forest with the last of the spartans.

TAG:Shooga the Hungry

 

IC: Dmentae - Village Road

Dmentae waked from the void and quickly reached another village in the distance where Civillians were gathered round a note hammered to a pole. He looked over the people easily - being as tall as he was - and got some odd looks. He looked back and noticed a lady walking along a small path in the direction of Camelot. Dmentae turned and strode toward her rapidly, reaching her and walking by her side for a few steps before she noticed him. "Hello Lillian Merann"

Tag: Anne

OOC: our people dont know eachother, my guy is just wierd and knows peoples names by searching their mind - being half faerie.

 

IC: Lillian Merann
Road to Camelot

"Hello, Lillian Merann."

A distinctly male--and distinctly unfamiliar--voice broke into her thoughts. Looking for its source, she found a man walking alongside her. He was tall, with long silvery-white hair, and appeared to be a little older than herself. If she'd ever seen him before, she felt she would remember such an encounter. But then how did he know her name? "Begging your pardon, sir, but...have we met?"

Tag: Master_Dmentae