RPG---Pure Fantasy (Page 1 of 2)

curious about where you got the idea for this...................  But if you got it where I think you might have, thanks for making different enough that it can coexist with mine      And if this message is leaving you totally clueless, then congrats on a very creative idea!  I’m in

Also, just so I’m sure, is this based on the Warhammer series of books/games, or is this totally free form Fantasy?  I haven’t read the books, but this sounds a lot like the game ‘Mark of Chaos.’  Just checking; will create a character when I know

* lol.  Didn't think you took it from Warhammer;though it did look to me like you may have based this on it, which would be fine.  Accually, I was talking about an idea I have for an RPG in the chat room, and thought you might have gleaned some of this from there.  But no matter; looks like a good one, and I'll take your word for it that it's original      Will post a character soon*

Character: Drakus
Affiliation: To himself
Appearance: Dragon
The black one for it’s body, and the Red one for it’s head and wings:
http://cid-086a971ab6dab929.spaces.live … lideshow=0
Tigershark like coloring; gray skin with dark stripes down the sides; black on backbone ridge and most of tail
Age: 225 *still young for a Dragon*
Weapons: Breaths fire — Very strong legs with talons — Tail has spike like ridges for flail — Mouth full of teeth   
Magic: None offensively, but highly resistant to all types
Personality: He’s a dragon............. Nuff said   

Drakus soared over the wooded hillsides.  The search for food was getting harder.  Wild game was scarce here, and the few farmers that had tried to make a living here had either given up or had been eaten. They did try to move into MY home, after all, he thought.  But it wouldn’t be his home for much longer.  It was time to move on. 

Human’s had been scarce in his territory the past few years.  Perhaps there was something wrong.

A war again, no doubt.    Not that such a thing bothered Drakus.  He was content to let the humans slaughter each other to their heart’s content.  He had on occasion even joined in their squabbles when it was a benefit to him.

Perhaps it was time to do that again. Food and shelter in return for killing some humans and any ‘pets’ they might bring with them might be good for a change. The rumbling in his stomach confirmed his thought.

Turning south, Drakus began the flight to the walled city of Bruun

Ralin Drakus: So...are you just a dragon or are you a Dragkion (read first post)?

Adeptus_Astartes: Affiliation? Super-hero/villain or are you nuetral?

Guys...I'm new to this stuff, how do you make your words slanted?

Anyway...so...

Chaos opened his eyes, he was in the middle of a wasteland, he did not know where he was. He can recall from his memory, being feared by the gods, he had been kept from the mortal world for a millinium. Now, something had awoken him.

  He was floating in the air, in front of him is a human in black robes, with a hood covering his head. As a master of dark magic, he could tell that is a dark priest.

"Foolish human! Releasing me from the holy bonds was mistake, and there will be a heavily paid price for your mistake!"

  The priest murmured something under his breathe, a black bubble of magic surrounded the priest, protecting him from Chaos. Chaos laughed out loud, as he wasn't any other demons, he's Chaos...made by chaotic gods eons ago, feared by all mortal beings, and a master of ancient dark magic. Black mist slowly swarmed around his right hand, then suddenly a bright blinding red light shot through the black mist. A black huge sword about 4 feet long and 2 feet wide appeared out of the blood-red blinding light.

  Chaos tightened his grip on the blade, then drew an arc in the air and hit the priest magical shield. The bubble was shattered like broken glass. The priest looked up at Chaos, the blade made a cut on his forehead.

"Interesting...you weren't cut into half...maybe you will come in handy...

Khaan dropped to the ground, shattered glass aound his boots.

"I have heard you need a warrior." He said, speking to the king that stood before him.

"How dare you show me such disrespect!" the old man yelled. "Entering my city, breaking into my throne room, and now speaking to me with such disrspect! I am Bralon Czrrechten! King of Bruun!"

"And I am Khaan, that is all you must know, aside from the ability I have to kill you and your men faster then you can blink. Your status does not affect me, old man."

The guards in the room drew their blades, and stepped forward, Khaan drew his and stuck, dealing death to the kings elite guard in a matter of moments. Soon half the guard lay dead at his feet. "Halt!" Bralon shouted, his guards freezing instantly. "I shall take that as an demonstration of your skill. All you must do now, is kneel."

"I kneel for no man." Khaan snarled, his red eyes dulling slightly behind his helmet.

"Very well, I belive your services would be useful."

((I will be a "good guy".))

Name:Blight
Age: No one knows...not even Blight
Affiliation:Justice, he was a blimey grim reaper. (More on this later)
Weapons: Whip,Scythe,Throwing daggers,Sickle,Magic.
Attitude: He's an x-Grim Reaper that smokes. What do you think he's going to be like?
Appearance: He looks different to all. ( For instance if he's saving your life you may see the winged one, but if you his prey then you might see the evil looking one.) Also I have two pic's:

Ignore the name at the bottom it was going to be his name but then I found Blight.

Yay!! Finally some good guys! Well, evil boss guys are beaten up last...so I'm gonna make another character soon so I won't get too bored.

Chaos' nameless servant kneeled before him, and looked down on the ground. They are at a destroyed unholy relic. It was in the middle of the dessert where he had awoken Chaos, the greater demon raised one arm high up at the sky, darkness spread across the sky and covered the sun.
Chaos had summoned the night apon them, The moon was gleaming with bright red light, then suddenly focused the light into red beam that shot straight at Chaos' servant.

"From now on, your name would be...Nightmare." The beam slowly dissapeared, then Nightmare slowly stood up on to his feet. Now, he's a necromancer, unlike any other kinds of magician, his magic has no limit and could even summon the dead from their grave.

Affiliation is not where you fill in your race, it's where you fill in if you're a good guy or not. So even if you're a human, that doesn't necessarily meant that you're a good guy.

  And please, post your brother's username, so it's not like everyone can just come in here and play his character. I'm gonna make my second character.

Name: Dean
Species:Human
Age: Unknown, around his 20s
Affiliation: Let's say he's a good guy.
Apearance: http://i131.photobucket.com/albums/p305 … sassin.jpg
Weapons: throwing knives, two katans behind his back, guns (in a truck that he owns), and daggers
Magic: Able to create and manipulate the element fire with his right hand.
Origin: A left-handed ninja-warrior that was once an assasin, therfore he's master of all kinds of weapons. His right hand had merged with a gem that was created out of hellfire, he can't always control it, so he wrapped his right hand in bandages and charms.

  The dragon slowly walked around the hill, Dean locked his eyes on his prey. He had to kill this dragon for the sake of where he lived, slowly drew the two katanas from his back. He hopped down the hill, the beast sniffed the air and turned his head upwards. Just before his blade hit the beast's face, fire shot up from it's mouth. The katana in his right hand flew into the air as he crashes on to a rock behind him. The dragon was focusing it's fire power within it's mouth, Dean quickly toke off the charms on his right hand and held it out in front of him.

  The flame stopped before it reached him, then suddenly was turned into black smoke. The dragon was confused and was ready to charge at him and bite him into bits, but before it can't act he was burned on fire and the flame once again turned into black smoke. Dean's assasin uniform was burned, he was wearing a short sleeves black jacket with a long strip of white bandage in his left hand. His right hand burning with hellfire. The beast charged at him, roared some sort of war cry as the ex-assasin launches himself at it.

  Blight slowly dropped from the sky, still having cigarettes in his mouth. He saw Dean sitting next to a huge pile of ashes. Then noticed that his weapons scattered everywhere and the long burnt strip of bandage in his left hand.

"Dean, you unleashed the power of the gem AGAIN? I don't want to take care of your mess anymore." Said Blight.

"Blight, do you really want to come near me when I have a loaded gun in my hand?" And he showed him the gun that was in his left hand. "The last time we met, you stole my truck, and besides you lost your job ages ago, when was the last time you have to clean up my mess?"

"Dean, sorry about your truck, but at least you got it back. Uh...Dean, heard of what happened to the city of Bruun yet?"

It is Humans Vs Demons, if it's an NPC and he/she is human, they have to be on the human's side unless he/she is under a contract with another demon character that belongs to an actual person.

  So techniquely the main characters have choice of which side to take unless you're a greater demon etc which makes you automatically be evil. Therefore the next time you post, please tell me whether you're a good guy or not, I guess this makes everything clear...so everyone, please read the first post CAREFULLY.

I know, but so far nobody had done anything besides like...3 people...Alo! You must post! For humanity! For justice! For this RPG to have a plot line!

  Dean sat on the clock tower, he stared at the kingdom of Bruun from high above. Nothing was unsual, why did Blight send him here? He looked down at his blade, like a mirror, Dean can see his own face, and a man holding a sword was about to stab him through his heart. Dean blocked the bladed with his pistol without turning around.

"So...you're the new mercenary under the king's service?"

Drakus’s huge frame dropped into the Mayor of Bruun’s  personal garden.  Folding in his wings, he strode over to the Mayor, who was in his nightshirt holding some of his flowers.

Pathetic human; no wonder you always need help

Four of his personal guards sprang into action.  Two were swiped aside by Drakus’s tail; another fired a shot that was deflected by his heavy scales.

With a wall of flame, Drakus incinerated the shooter.  And then with a gulp, swallowed the other whole.

Making a run for his bedroom, the Mayor tripped over a rake and fell to the stone walkway. 

Dakus leapt and stood over the crying man.

“SILENCE!” Drakus roared! “If I was here only to eat pathetic humans, I’d be in the streets devouring your subjects, not looking down on your weak frame.”

“Then what do you want from me!?!” the Mayor begged through his tears.

“Your city is in danger; though this is of small consequence to me, we may be able to help each other.”

“How?”

“In return for my fill of food and shelter, I will offer you my services if your city is attacked.”

“How do I know you wont eat all our food, then leave as soon as danger comes?”

“Because you have my WORD!!!!” Drakus roared.  “I have served this city in the past; search you archives.  I serve faithfully and well until the contract is fulfilled.”

Getting to his feet, the Mayor wiped the tears from his face.  “I remember now.  When I was a small boy.  Perhaps we can come to an arrangement.”

I don't get about the part about Dean's head...anyway,

Khaan wiped the ashes away from his face, pull out two daggers and launches himself at Blight. A wall of flame appeared out of no where in front of Blight, Khaan spun around before he hit the flame and intended to stab Dean in the heart. He blocked it with his pistol again, Khaan dropped his dagger on his left hand. Khaan slammed his hand on to Dean's face, he felt a bolt of eletricity hit him from Khaan's hand, and knocked him off the tower.

Dean swore under his breathe, shot out a fire bolt at Khaan's chest as pay back. He quickly pulled out his dual katanas and stab it into the stone tower trying to slow down the speed of falling down. He looked up, Khaan had his hand high up into the air as thunder strike on to his hand and eletricity circling around his arm. He jumped down the tower and slammed his hand on to his bleeding face.

Blight, cursed as he toke out another cigarette light it in his mouth. He slowly flew down the tower, the floor was cracked and there was a circle of concrete that curved down at Khaan and Dean as the center. He looked closely, Dean's pistol in his left hand was on Khaan's throat. But Khaan's eletricity-powered hand was two millimeters away from frying Dean like an egg.

"Close one...too close...didn't expect him to have powers like that." Thought Dean.