The Rise of Heroes: Clash of Nations

[Damion Strife 130]

Prologue: The world of Ubeacu has always been a world of Peace. The nine kingdoms of Ubeacu have never had any problems with eachother, until fifteen years ago....a man named Kimmnadjii of the Foresstor Emerged from his long meditation and proclaimed that there would be a war, started by a secret alliance made up of five of the greatest kingdoms in the land. Kimmnadjii was later found dead in his home, with a sword threw his back. Thus the four weaker nations of Foresstor the Dog-like people who are master hunters and use mighty two handed axes as weapons, the Berrisotor the immortals who use divine magic to dispose of their enemies and heal their friends, the Gorrik the most human of the kingdoms who wear chainmail and cloth and fight with one handed swords and shields, and they chose the greatest of the lower nations to lead them. This nation is the Anguul, these are winged people. Their wings are a testimate of their class within the nation. White wings means nobility or the leading class, black wings means the soldier class, and dragon wings means the magic using class. These nations prepared a retaliation force, just incase the greater nations decided to attack. The greater nations were led by the Kamathons the dracomancers who could become dragons and fight using dragon abilities, the next in power is the Marcuscians or the Orks a barbaric tribe of the greatest hunters in the world they are only ahead of the others for their sheer numbers and battle abilities, then come the Elves the immortal and best archers in the world, then come the Dwarves who are a mechanically advanced people who use switch blades and cannons as weapons, and then the lowest are the Frigard the frog people who can live under water for months at a time. The lower nations' retaliation force was perfectly timed because the greater nations struck only days after the retaliation force was created....this is the story of this war, starting fifteen years into the war.

 

 

Rules: 1.) No God Modding.

2.) Keep it PG-13.

3.) Don't kill other players without their permission.

4.) Try to keep boss battles lengthy.

5.) Read other posts so you don't have to be reminded of what is going on. (It helps to follow the topic.)

6.) Have fun!

 

Character pages should be set up as followed. I will give my character sheet as an example.

 

Character Name: Desmond von Anguul

Character Profile: Desmond is the son of the great Anguul General, he is currently 18 years old, and has always wanted to fight in the army under his father. He was only three when the war started, he grew up hard with his father always gone, and the neighbors all pressuring him on how he'd never be as great a man as his father. Now he is a foot soldier serving directly under his father's favorite captain.

Appearance:

Weapon: Long Sword

Secondary Weapon: Shield

Side: Retaliation Forces

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Character Name: Ash Reece

Character Profile: Ash is the daughter of a skilled archer that used to be in the army. Her father was injured and she vowed to take his place as one of the best archers in the elven army. At 17 her skills have only been matched by the most experienced of archers. She currently is part of a small group of archers and assist the elven army.

Weapon: Bow and poisened arrows

Appearance: http://i269.photobucket.com/albums/jj80/Icefirethewarrior/huntressanimegirl.jpg

Secondary Weapon: dagger

Side: What side is the higher nation's called?

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Character Name: Medens Concero

 

Character Profile: Being from a wealthy family, Medens was mostly sheltered from the war. He never wanted to hurt anyone, even his race/nation's enemies, but he felt that it wasn't fair that people everywhere were being sent to war and that his parents wouldn't let him fulfill what he believed to be his duty. At 18 years old he finally worked up the guts to run away from home and now he fights alongside Desmond to protect his family and his home.

 

Appearance: Umm, I'll edit this post and give his appearance if Damion will give kind of a basis for the appearance of the Berrisotor race.

 

Weapon: Magic Staff

 

Secondary Weapon: Flail

 

Side: Retaliation Forces

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Both accepted. Sorry for not explaining but the greater nations are called the Great Northern Empire. The Berrisotor people age according to status. The extremly wealthy stay young so they can look best and be re-electable because they don't want to look elderly, the middle class appears to be in their thirties because their jobs require them to be in the prime of existance, and the lower class appears to be elderly so that they can retire and stay retired. The Berrisotor also have so much magic that their blood runs purple, and their eyes have golden irises and appear to have diamonds for pupils.

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About other races: The Foresstor people look like walking wolves, but they are well tempered unless you make them have reason to be otherwise. They live very long lives compared to humans, and can live to be one hundred years old. They have almost no magic, but are hard hitters and have fangs and claws. They live in the south west and south east, and definatly are the most largely populated of the realm. But they don't have the funds or weapon making skills to fully fund their own army, and that is why they suggested the Anguul to lead.

 

The Berrisotor are the doctors and proffessors of universities around the realm. The lower classes deal surgeries because they don't have as much magic and can deal with tool surgery, hence they also get paid less. The Berrisotor live directly south of the Anguul, the Berrisotor were the only peoples who ever saw the Anguul, and they helped build the wall that surrounds the Anguul's mountain. Their home land is a plateau surrounded by a river that splits and completly surrounds it before coming back together.

 

When you think the Gorrik peoples think about the Middle Aged Crusader Knights. They have medival styled armor and weapons and can use magic after learning it from the Berrisotor Kingdom. The Gorrik are great blacksmiths and train horses. Gorrik are necessary to the alliance because they can domesticate any type of beast and even push the magic skills to the point of darkness and become necromancers. Humans are also the main producers of all agriculture. They live south of the Elves and directly east of the Anguul. Their home is a vast plain land filled with tiny lakes and rivers.

 

The Kamathons wear loose fitting armor that adjusts during transformations. They are noted by the horns that stand on their heads and shoulders, they can also limit their transformations to just wings, claws, a tail, or the ability to breathe fire at will. They can only use fire. They are the policing agency of the realm, at least until the war, and they are the highest in authority in the alliance. They live in true North, they hold their Mountain range which is home to the only volcanoes in the territory, and they live North of the largest volcano which has been dormant for years.

 

The Marcuscians are normally six foot eight or taller the tallest is eight foot nine. They are incredibly strong and have a light green skin, they also have red eyes, and are usually angry. They are also the greatest lumberjacks in the realm. They live in the North West on the mainland. It is a flat forest as far as the eye can see. The Marcuscians live wherever there are trees in their kingdom, and it is walled off so that nobody steals their fine lumber.

 

Elves look twenty up until the rest of their existance, Elves don't die unless they are assassinated or will themselves to die. The Elves supply the realm with beautiful armor and amazing art. They lie just south of the Dwarven mountain range, in a gigantic forest, their capital sits beside the sea in the "Mother Tree."

 

Dwarves have three classes of warriors, there are the Miners who are four foot tall, have short beards, and are really muscular. Then there are the mechanics, they stand at three foot five, have long mustaches but no beards, and make mechs that stand six foot tall and ride them into battle. Then there is the warrior class which is the tallest of the dwarves standing at four foot eight, and they are the strongest of the Dwarves. They sell off their high tech machines which include toilets, light posts, cranes, and catapults. They are also the main exporters. of all the realms gold, silver, diamonds, copper, and steel. They are located in the farthest north east in a vast mountain range, but their three cities are underground. The coast off to their east and north is all frozen because of their position.

 

Frigards have poisoned tounges which only the Frigards are immune to. They are the main merchants and sellers of antidotes for Frigard poison. The Frigard's home lies in an under water city, which is a giant air pocket under an island to the north west. They have great camoflage, they shoot poisoned darts, and make for excellent scouts. They are located in the North West.

 

The Anguul keep to themselves most of the time, but they are the post office of the realm, they don't speak to people but instead drop the messages into the people's homes late at night. The Dragon winged Anguul usually take this job so that people mistake them for Dracomancers. It also helps keep the Anguul unnoticed by the public, because until the war only the royalty of each nation had ever laid eyes on an Eagle Winged Anguul. The Anguul live in the center of the world on the highest mountain in the world. The entire mountain is a city with a two hundred foot wall circling around the bottom of the mountain. The wall has no gates or entry way, the only way to get over it is to climb for at least four hours, or fly over it.

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Character Name: "Diamond Hunter."

 

Character Profile: A Strange and Mysterious Anguul With Black Wings Who Says that he has the Power to Cut Even Diamonds Themseleves and So Took On the Name "Diamond Hunter" As his Very Own Name and Who Carries a Katana Made With Pure Snow White Coloured Steel that has a Diamond for a Hilt that he Calls his "Shan-Ken" Which Translates as "Beautiful-Blade" That he Uses to Cut Down All Who Stand in the Way of his Objectives and/or are Deemed as a Threat to them.

 

Weapon-"Shan-Ken."

 

Secondary Weapon-None.

 

Side-Neutral.

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Accepted but which race are you?

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Ok, I think we are ready to get into the story, but anyone who wants to join up feel free to do so. There is a 99.9% chance you will be accepted with no questions asked.

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The sun was shining brightly through the clouds, the snow was falling lightly on the mountain top, and Desmond was looking out of his high tower room. His black wings were folded comfortably behind him as he put on his clothes. Soon he'd be going to the barracks and picking up his sword and shield. He was excited, he was reporting to Captain Mallik in only three hours, and he had to look his best. So he combed his hair, brushed his teeth, groomed his wings, and then headed out. It was the start of a whole new life, and he was extremly excited.

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Ash was situated comfortably in a tree aiming at the target with the rest of her group. She shot first hitting the target spot on. The sun had just risen over the talls trees in the forest they had decided to camp out in. Ash hopped down from the tree and grabbed a handfull of dried fruit sitting cross-legged infront of the fire. She listened to the group talk about their battle strategies as she ate. Ash wasn't very interested in in planning she just wanted to get out there and make her father proud of her.

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Climbing out of his window to avoid his parent's attention, Medens dropped down to the earth below and sneaked away slowly, casting a mild veil over himself to hinder detection. It didn't make him invisible per se, but it sure did make it a lot harder to see him or, more precisely, to notice him. It's as if the onlooker is forcibly made oblivious to what's right in front of his face. As soon as he was far enough Medens dropped the spell and continued walking. He was already in pristine condition, his races characteristically pale skin (just added that in to add distinction, if it isn't okay then I'll edit it out) proving stark contrast to his red hair and thoroughly gold eyes. His outfit was made specifically to compliment these features as the color scheme went with them well. It wasn't as if his parent's hadn't had the money to spend on it. They were near the highest of the high class of his race, only marked as different due to the fact that they had a child, an unusual thing for those of such high stature who continuously stay "young." No one would say anything to their face, of course, but it had been a subject of much gossip and the gossip had recently begun to heat up once again. Medens was nearly older than his parents by appearance at that point, and he didn't appear to be interested in stopping this aging. He also appeared not to care much for the social graces of his class, and was worried more for the common folk. It was very strange indeed. Medens did love his parents, even though he wasn't much like them, and appreciated that they wanted to shield him from the hurt and pain of average life and from the war. What they didn't understand, however, was Medens' take on the war. He saw and even knew some of the people who went out to war to defend him, his family, his country, and his race, and Medens realized that he had no excuse not to try to do the same. In fact, those with higher status had higher magic proficiency (as a result of those with higher magic long ago obtaining the higher status) which would make them better mages in combat. For that reason among others, Medens knew that he would be useful in the war and in protecting his home and those he loved. He grabbed both his staff and his flail from the storage facility he had left them in and got on the caravan. Soon he would be at the training center for the unified races resistance division. That division combined members of all of the lower races to tackle any sort of obstacle but didn't specialize in any one thing. Soon he would be reporting to Captain Mallik. He just hoped he was ready.

 

OOC: If there's any change I need to make, just tell me and I'll do it.

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(Nah, that's good. Since you are currently the only member of your race feel free to make any modifications to your race. That goes for everyone. But in the case that another person joins, you might want to discuss the matter with them.)

 

Desmond was flying down from his tower, and within minutes he reached Captain Mallik and his thirteen guards. "Private Desmond. Welcome to the war, due to the need of our immediate departure I've brought your sword and shield, and now if you don't mind you need to adjust your euipment and leave with us now," Mallik said. Desmond shouted a quick 'YES SIR!' and quickly put his sheath onto a strap around his belt. Then he grabbed his sheild with his left hand and they took off. The group ended up in a training camp in Gorrik. They were greeted by King Arn of the Gorrik and his six Generals. "Welcome Captain Mallik, I trust this camp will accomidate your needs, if you need anything my Capitol is just thirteen miles south of here, and with that I'll leave you to your work. Gods be with you, Long live the Retaliation Forces!" and just like that the King was gone. Desmond was really confused, he'd never seen people be so hasty and quick about their speech, and he really didn't understand why their camp was so close to the Capitol and so far away from the border with the Elves. They could be there fighting, not training.

 

"Private Desmond, your father instructed us to put the camp here for your protection. I can sense your distress about it, but it's also the safest place to help you get used to your weapons. It's also the best place to train new recruits without worrying about being attacked," Captain Mallik said. Desmond nodded, and then the group of Anguul walked towards the center of the camp.

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Medens was surprised at the number of Anguul there. I mean, he'd figured that they'd be in the ranks, but for there to be this many of them? Add to that the fact that the race had gone mostly undisturbed for the last several generations, just sticking to themselves, and you had quite a sight to see. Medens quickly filed in as best he could, but he stood out like a sore thumb. "Any idea what's going on here or what we're about to do?" he whispered to a nearby Anguul with black wings carrying a sword and shield (hint, hint).

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A scout from the group came leaping from the trees waving his arms crazily. " What is it? Spit it out?" She commanded standing up from hre spot near the fire. The scout informed her that there was an emeny camp nearby. Ash sighed and sat back down. " Well there goes the old plan." She muttered her voice quieter now. Ash looked around quickly and slung her arrows unto her back then picking up her arrows. " I'll go have a look at this camp for myself." She decided wanting to know what the group of archers were up against.

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OOC: If you're talking about the camp Desmond and Medens are at, it's actually a multi-race camp. It is primarily filled with Anguul, though.

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Character Name: Kathel Rosene

Character Profile: A rather cruel and merciless Kamathon who is often searching for excuses as to why she did a horrible thing. She is used to staying in the shadows and waiting for someone's vulnerable state.

Weapon: Poison-tipped Dagger

Appearance:

<---With dragon wings

Secondary Weapon: Claws

Side: Great Northern Empire

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OOC: By side he meant side in the war. Obviously the Great Northern Empire for you. Dang at the viciousness, but okay then. He should be on soon to both respond and accept your character.

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((Thank you!))

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(Accepted, welcome to the fight! )

 

Desmond looked at the man standing next to him. Then smiled and said ", Well of course I know what's going on. We're about to get divided up into our camp squads by Captain Mallik. Aparently there are four Captains, each from their own respective countries, and I've already been pre-ordered into Captain Mallik's squad. The other Captains attending are Captain Giliad from Berristor, Captain Rulfik Grimfang from Forrestor, and Captain Nordrik Arn...the King of Gorrik's Nephew." Desmond smirked, he was glad to find that he actually knew things others didn't, and maybe it could stay that way. That would make it go easier for him being a recruit and all.

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Medens still felt incredibly lost about everything, but was glad that he'd met someone who seemed to know what he was doing. He knew that chances were against it, but he hoped that he would get put into the same camp squad, the one with Captain Mallik. He wanted this both because Medens had just met someone and didn't want that taken away from him, but also because of the way the young Anguul said the Captain's name with dignity and admiration. That alone spoke volumes for the Captain's character.

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Then a hush fell over the camp, and Captain Mallik called out the names of the people in his squad, "Desmond von Anguul. Kirries of Forrestor. Medens Concerto of Ballistor...." Four others followed but Desmond sensed the joy in the man next to him, and so he knew it was Medens. "I guess we'll be working together aye?" ,Desmond said joyfully.

 

(OOC: Not-with-a-whimper, you keep posting as Joeseph. Lol.)

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OOC: My bad. All of my other mage's are named Joseph. I'll go and fix it.

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Ash climbed up the tree closest to her and hopped from tree to tree until she could here the shouts and usual noises of a camp. " This must be it..." She whispers to herself staying out of site slightly behind a tree. She watches and starts to try and count thier numbers. Why are they all the way out here? She wonders gazing down at the crowd. She noted that the camp was mostly made up of Anguuls so if they did attack there was a possibilty of it being by air. She knew her archers could easily handle that. She crouched on a thick branch to get a better look.

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( No problem, it's hard keeping up with so many names.)

 

Desmond looked around the camp, then walked beside Captain Mallik and said, "Is it me, or do some of our fifty kinsmen have odd looking wings?" The Captain laughed and said, "Yeah, that's because this isn't an actual Anguul camp. These are Gorrik people wearing fake wings. Aka, a way to make people plan for an air attack, when they will be getting something even more diabolical. But there are also other races too. Besides this camp, there are about thirty others, and I'd hate to break it to you..but we'll only be here for three days."

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"So you'd be Desmond then?" Medens asked upon catching up with the guy he'd met earlier. He felt something shift nearby with magic, a creature on the outskirts of camp, but wrote it off as a random animal. He then turned to the Captain to ask a question. "Sir, I am rather proficient in healing and defensive magics sir, but I also have a fair amount of training with the element of lightning, as it is one of the purest forms of energy. I am sorry to say that I have very little in the way of close combat fighting training. What would you have me do at this time sir?"