The Avarice Of Oblivion [rp]

I drop down to the house, and walk on the bridge network.

 

"Yeh, sure." The dwarf goes back to leaning on the wall, unsheathing his dagger and dragging it. Walking by it, you can see it better. It seems he's actually writing something with glyphs of some kind.

You take the left path, heading for the marketplace. Luckily, you don't have to squeeze through any more gaps. The alley opens into a plaza crowded with stalls selling everything from weapons and armor to various fruits. People advertise their products to anyone willing to listen. A lot of the voices overlap, but you can discern some of them.

"Silren News Issue 36! Get it here free, courtesy of Lord Coltaine! Silren News!" A girl skips around, handing out folds of paper.

"Join the Silren Watch! Accepting all those fit to fight! Find honor in the defense of your kin! Five silver a week to new recruits!" A guard leans on an ornate banner, shouting and handing out scrolls.

"Fine armor, weapons, and cloaks! Forged from the City of Kings itself!" A dwarf, his face smeared with soot, stands on top of a stool behind his stall, an assortment of staves, swords, and other dangerous things splayed across the table in front of him.

 

He turns to the girl. "Can I have one?"

 

You drop onto the roof and then down to the bridge. The bridge seems better made for smaller people, and it creaks under your feet. A short man notices you and stops pushing his wheelbarrow. "Eh... How did a human..." He hesitates, his eyes narrowing. "Wait, human in the village! Stranger!" He yells.

If the people in the village didn't know you were here then, they know now. The village falls silent as people stop what they were doing, glancing your way.

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"Yep!" She eagerly hands you a folded parchment.

 

He'll read the paper.

 

You unfold the parchment, which is slightly aged and torn. It's been written on both sides with a plain scrawl.

Spoiler: Paper

SILREN NEWS
Issue 36 - Green Leaf 3 A.C​

City Warning: Oblivion activity is on the rise in the realm. The kingdom of Aloadai has reportedly sighted a demon. It was slain by the Archangel of Aloadai's Valar Guard, but your High Queen still advises caution. If any citizen of the kingdom sees any suspicious activity, they should report it immediently to the nearest Silren Watch member. If suspicions are true, and said subject reported is affiliated with Oblivion, the civillian that reported said subject will be rewarded with ten gold from her majesty herself.

Lord Coltaine's Son Insane​

Lord Coltaine's youngest son was reportedly training Watch recruits when he suddenly snapped, screaming madness.

He went on a rampage, killing the recruits and a couple unfortunate enough to be watching the training. A patrol of brave guards were able to put him in chains. As much as it pains our honorable lord, Coltaine accepts that his son must remain contained in prison.

As for what brought on this sudden insanity? No one knows. If any citizens of Silren have any information regarding the matter, they are asked to bring it forward to a Watch member immediently.

Kitsune Hunting Legalized ​

The kitsune village of Bae'jin has voided it's declaration of neutrality with a dishonorable attack on a Bisharlan caravan delivering supplies to our forward military base.

With the kitsune' allegiance clear, the High Queen has legalized the hunting of them. Remember, these foxes are sly and dishonorable, and should be trusted by none.

Jobs​

Mercenary looking for a job or a bounty? You might find it here. If you wish to accept a job or put out an advertisement for a job, find the Silren News press, near his lord's estate. Note lower class bounties will be posted in any tavern.

- Caravan to forward military base, carrying iron and silver coins. Looking to hire ten mercenaries at ten silver per day employed ~ Commander Vitallius

- Bounty on Thief Master Ruric. Ten gold coins will go to the one who brings his head. He is a drow with platinum hair, scarlet eyes, and black skin. Roughly 6'1 feet tall. He has a scar over his left eye. ~ Lord Coltaine

Any and all soldiers of an enemy kingdom are to be captured and brought to Lord Coltaine's estate. Five silver will be given per soldier.

Published under authority of Lord Coltaine
Written by Ellius Talron
Edited by Mark Irwin
​

 

"Huh, this realm is strange." He looks around the marketplace."How much money do I have? That disembodied voice better left me something." He checks how much money he has.

 

You feel like nothing. You're nowhere. It's just like this for what feels like an eternity, before a voice splits the blackness, echoing through your mind.

“So- you’ve expressed an interest in redemption. Good. Before you begin your conq- er… journey, we need to know more about you. Obviously I don’t care enough to find all your memories for you.

First off, what’s your name?”

< Raina Kansi >

“I… Am pretty sure that’s not a name native to here. Whatever works, I guess. Now, what race do you wish to be? As you're in Oblivion, you can change it all you want- but after you reach Avar, you're stuck.”

< A sun elf >

“Mhmm… What’s your wraith ability, then?”

< Summon heat > ((Summoning heat farther away uses more energy, and if you summon enough heat in one area, it can set flammable items on fire.))

"Laaaame. By which I mean- nice choice. Ehm now… Do you have a general physical description you’d like to use in Avar? It’s fine if you don’t, I guess. I’ll just make you really ugly, like your soul.”

< Blend of dark and light brown hair, typical Ceridwen sun elf garments > ((made out of green plant fiber and flowers))

"And weapons. You need a weapon to spill mortal bl-" the speaker hesitates, “Silly me. I meant to say ‘bring justice,’ yeah, definitely. Also I can only make two weapons of decent strength, sorry. My mortal tether is kind of weak right now..."

< A bow and arrow with considerable draw weight, and a set of knives for both throwing and close combat >

“Now, where do you want me to drop you?”

< One league south of Silren>

((edit? you can decide what typical sun elf garments are if you want))

 

I sniff, attempting to discern any hostility.

 

[Roughly Midday | Cyles: Unspecified Forest]
The voice suddenly stopped speaking. Well, that was quite the... Story. A man was falling, now in a material form. No longer a shifting mass, the man's newly formed hair began flashing passed his face. The wind pressing his naked body, slowly harder and harder, until it was nearly unbearable. Then the man shot through the clouds, seeing a plane of white below him.

Scraggly trees and a small cottage where all that wasn't white around him. He stretched out his arms and legs, taking as much time as he could, before crashing to the ground. Of course, he had no intention of falling. No, the man would proceed to find a way to escaped this situation. Failure to do so would result in death by imaplement upon the uppermost branches of a leafless tree. In other words, not the glorious death this man was seeking.

As he fell closer to the ground, a smile could be made out upon his face by the most keen-eyes of birds, but of a man like this, that should have been a given. He never went anywhere without some inkling of an idea. His idea would be landing in the patch of tree, making the brightest light he could. It was midday, but his light would still be enough to attract any living animals. Stretching out his left hand, he felt the world in front of him, drew it away, and took a step forwards. Suddenly engulfed in light, the man was on the edge of the forest, emitting the purest white light ever to grace the tundra.
"Shit... I'm naked..."

 

“So- you’ve expressed an interest in redemption. Good. Before you begin your conq- er… journey, we need to know more about you. Obviously I don’t care enough to find all your memories for you.

First off, what’s your name?”

Papyrus

“I… Am pretty sure that’s not a name native to here. Whatever works, I guess. Now, what race do you wish to be? As you're in Oblivion, you can change it all you want- but after you reach Avar, you're stuck.”

Human

“Mhmm… What’s your wraith ability, then?”

Mind Control: I can read and control other people's thoughts, and use them however I like. For example, I can walk up to a merchant and force him to hand over his money or make a town guard follow me until I chose to release him.

"Laaaame. By which I mean- nice choice. Ehm now… Do you have a general physical description you’d like to use in Avar? It’s fine if you don’t, I guess. I’ll just make you really ugly, like your soul.”

Just a regular man, appearing to be 40 years old, but with completely white eyes. This gives him the appearance of being blind. He is, in fact, not blind. He wears sunglasses to hide them, but takes them off when he chooses.

"And weapons. You need a weapon to spill mortal bl-" the speaker hesitates, “Silly me. I meant to say ‘bring justice,’ yeah, definitely. Also I can only make two weapons of decent strength, sorry. My mortal tether is kind of weak right now..."

A small dagger he usually keeps hidden, but if he needs to fight, he uses it:

Also, if the dagger fails, he wears a small, silver emerald ring. The emerald is sharp, and can be used to puncture peoples necks.

“Now, where do you want me to drop you?”

Mithrin, Bisharlan

Other: He is evil and ORANGE IS THE NEW GREEN

 

You dig around in the inner foods of your robe, and your hands grasp the smallest orb, only the size of a grape if you're being generous. A chain of silver links connects it. It's perfectly clear and smooth. There's nothing that explains what it does, so it's up to your guess.

You continue digging through your pockets, but find nothing and give up your search. A sharp metallic clang is heard off to your left, and you instinctly jerk your head to look. Three silver coins sit still on the pavement, branded with the sigil of Dra'kar.

((What you have is fine, though that's more wood elfy. You'd probably have a yellow, orange, or red robe as a sun elf. Also note sun elves usually have blond or red hair.))

"It will be done, good luck down there."

A hole spirals open in the void below you, and you fall. Blackness takes hold, and a matter of seconds later, you find yourself stumbling out of the hole and nearly hitting a rickety sign, reading "Silren, 1 league."

The hole has closed up behind you, locking the blackness within. A caravan clatters a little way down the road from Silren, but otherwise you're alone.

"Alright, I'm sending you down. Good luck, Mithrin's a mess."

A hole opens in the darkness directly below you, swallowing you.

The next thing you know, your feet find a dirt road in a small alley. The stone buildings around you cast some shade, but the sunlight still gives you a slight headache- who knows how long it's been since you last saw light?

The dirt road merges into a larger, busier, cobblestone one. The air rings with the clatter of hooves and the clashes of steel from soldiers who appear to be practice fighting in the street. It seems like most everyone in the street is a soldier clad in shining steel or the occasional errand boy, ferrying sacks of supplies or a few freshly forged swords. Most of the civilians

((This escalated))

The cottage stands only a few yards away from the edge of the woods. It's only one story tall, the roof dotted with holes and the few windows boarded up haphazardly.

You seem to have attracted the attention of a wolf and a few rabbits- and anything else that has adapted to survive the cold. The wolf pads up to you, sniffing the ground cautiously.

You hear the unmistakable creak of the old cottage door being opened. "Father, I swear I saw it from the window! There was a comet streaking towards earth, and then it lit up and it- it just disappeared! Let's find it, pleeeease..." Sounds like a little girl beseeching her father, maybe.

Luckily, the cottage faces away from the woods, or they would have seen you already, naked as you are. Light footsteps sinking in to the snow tell you the people might be coming around back, though.

You sense fear in these people, and a wariness. They don't seem very eager to fight, but they might if they have too.

 

"Who dropped it the coin? If I heard it drop, then the person must have too..." He just stares at the silver coins, and waiting if anything happens.

 

Raina looks through what the voice left her with, and tries her new power. After these checks, she will see how much time she has. Is the caravan getting closer?

 

i'll try this out

((ORANGE IS THE NEW GREEN XD))

You feel like nothing. You're nowhere. It's just like this for what feels like an eternity, before a voice splits the blackness, echoing through your mind.

“So- you’ve expressed an interest in redemption. Good. Before you begin your conq- er… journey, we need to know more about you. Obviously I don’t care enough to find all your memories for you.

First off, what’s your name?”

Withh

“I… Am pretty sure that’s not a name native to here. Whatever works, I guess. Now, what race do you wish to be? As you're in Oblivion, you can change it all you want- but after you reach Avar, you're stuck.”

Human

“Mhmm… What’s your wraith ability, then?”

The ability to climb anything, including the steepest mountain, with barely any effort.

"Laaaame. By which I mean- nice choice. Ehm now… Do you have a general physical description you’d like to use in Avar? It’s fine if you don’t, I guess. I’ll just make you really ugly, like your soul.”

((I choose Optional, not creative with that sort of thing))

"And weapons. You need a weapon to spill mortal bl-" the speaker hesitates, “Silly me. I meant to say ‘bring justice,’ yeah, definitely. Also I can only make two weapons of decent strength, sorry. My mortal tether is kind of weak right now..."

A sword and a large rock.

“Now, where do you want me to drop you?”

Dra'kar

 

I wait.

 

I look at my hands, smiling. I say to myself, "So this is what it's like to exist in this physical world...hmm." I take my sunglasses off to rub my eyes, then put them back on. "This mortal form is weak, but it will do. Surely stronger than these short-lived beings." I walk to the nearest guard and ask, "Good day, sir. Would you know where I can find the richest shop in town? I was hoping to spend some of my hard earned coin on a few trinkets." I think to myself, I must have entered this world with some sort of mortal currency, right? That spirit wouldn't have put me here without some basic supplies.

 

You feel like nothing. You're nowhere. It's just like this for what feels like an eternity, before a voice splits the blackness, echoing through your mind.

“So- you’ve expressed an interest in redemption. Good. Before you begin your conq- er… journey, we need to know more about you. Obviously I don’t care enough to find all your memories for you.

First off, what’s your name?”

My name? It's.. It's Ronan..

“I… Am pretty sure that’s not a name native to here. Whatever works, I guess. Now, what race do you wish to be? As you're in Oblivion, you can change it all you want- but after you reach Avar, you're stuck.”

An Elf. I want to be an elf.

“Mhmm… What’s your wraith ability, then?”

I want to have the vision of what the human's call a "Hawk".

"Laaaame. By which I mean- nice choice. Ehm now… Do you have a general physical description you’d like to use in Avar? It’s fine if you don’t, I guess. I’ll just make you really ugly, like your soul.”

I don't have any specific preference, but anything.. elvish, I guess?

"And weapons. You need a weapon to spill mortal bl-" the speaker hesitates, “Silly me. I meant to say ‘bring justice,’ yeah, definitely. Also I can only make two weapons of decent strength, sorry. My mortal tether is kind of weak right now..."

I'd like a large bow, with an endless supply of Arrows. Also, a small dagger in case I need it.

“Now, where do you want me to drop you?”

Anywhere in Bisharlan where it would be unusual for an Elf to be..

Also, I remember somebody telling me to say to you.. 'ORANGE IS THE NEW GREEN'..

 

You feel like nothing. You're nowhere. It's just like this for what feels like an eternity, before a voice splits the blackness, echoing through your mind.

“So- you’ve expressed an interest in redemption. Good. Before you begin your conq- er… journey, we need to know more about you. Obviously I don’t care enough to find all your memories for you.

First off, what’s your name?”

"Uhh... I can't seem to remember... oh, I remember! My name is Golthaz."

“I… Am pretty sure that’s not a name native to here. Whatever works, I guess. Now, what race do you wish to be? As you're in Oblivion, you can change it all you want- but after you reach Avar, you're stuck.”

"I've always wanted to be an orc."

“Mhmm… What’s your wraith ability, then?”

"I want to be able to summon a gigantic sword which will destroy reality itself! Wait, then I wouldn't be able to be an orc! Hmm... I guess being able to summon clouds of dream dust works just as well. Oh, dream dust makes people hallucinate, but sadly doesn't make people fall asleep... unless they see a bed or something which may make them fall asleep."

"Laaaame. By which I mean- nice choice. Ehm now… Do you have a general physical description you’d like to use in Avar? It’s fine if you don’t, I guess. I’ll just make you really ugly, like your soul.”

"Do I have to? Alright, the answer is no, but I guess I can try! I want to be an orc with crude face painting and lots of scars."

"And weapons. You need a weapon to spill mortal bl-" the speaker hesitates, “Silly me. I meant to say ‘bring justice,’ yeah, definitely. Also I can only make two weapons of decent strength, sorry. My mortal tether is kind of weak right now..."

"I need an axe to shatter skulls! Besides that, I think a spear which I can throw would be helpful."

“Now, where do you want me to drop you?”

"Please can I go to Vel'tlar? Hehehe... oh yes, and that reminds me. I think there is an interesting phrase there. It's called "ORANGE IS THE NEW GREEN XD"."

 

Hey an RP i want in

You feel like nothing. You're nowhere. It's just like this for what feels like an eternity, before a voice splits the blackness, echoing through your mind.

“Yeah, dude ORANGE IS THE NEW GREEN XD amiright? Hold up got a nooby over here I gotta adress. Yeah, call you later. EH-HEM. So- you’ve expressed an interest in redemption. Good. Before you begin your sick nasty adventure, we need to know more about you. Obviously I care about you, but I'm not that smart.

First off, what’s your name?”

< Cyrus >

“DANK name, dude. Now, what race do you wish to be? As you're in Oblivion, you can change it all you want- but after you reach Avar, you're stuck.”

< Human >

“Mhmm… What’s your dope-ass wraith ability, gonna be?”

< Enchantments - Nothing huge, such as: If this breaks all Hell breaks loose, but stuff like fire, ice, or even minor healing properties >

"Sick, dude! Ehm now… Do you have a general physical description you’d like to use in Avar? It’s fine if you don’t, I guess. I’ll just make you really ugly, like your soul.”

< A pale-ish, tan-ish man that always has a black trench coat on. He has black-brown hair and dark eyes, and perfect teeth. He also wears boots. >

"And weapons. You need a weapon to bring righteousness upon this corrupted world. Also I can only make two weapons of decent strength, sorry. My mortal tether is kind of weak-sauce right now..."

< A hookshot-like object, that releases from a large, metal wristband that houses a large chain. I can and will use this to latch onto buildings or objects, and bring myself to them. Once I enter this world, I will enchant them. Second, is a one-handed long sword, made from silver. This sword has a black star engraved in it. I will also enchant this weapon once I enter the world. >

“Now, where do you want me to drop you like some sick beats?”

< Atheral, in Bisharlan >