[rp] Small Beginnings - [9/9] Players - Applications Closed

TRULM! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD!

 

Damien
As you walk into the tavern, you are hit with a wall of noise. It's bright, and busy, and oh! there's a waiter, better get out of the way...
You head up to the bar and ask how much a room is for the night as well as a dinner and some Nemract whiskey.
The barkeeper (or barista, or.. whatever) says, "Well, a room costs about... 19 emeralds a night, and dinner plus whiskey will cost ya 4 emeralds."

 

I'm Trulm of an another dimension, more funny ! Hahahahahaha ! Trulm of your dimension was boring ! Hahahahaha ! XD

 

It's not my fault that the leader of the Paladin Order smashed Trulm! (Actually, it is)

 

It's better like this XD A corrupted monster would have give me problem in the future I think XD (I still have Krow, PLS DON'T KILL HIM XD)

 

"Hmm..." I check my wallet...10 emeralds. Guess I'll work this mouth of mine. "Say, barkeep. These prices are quite a bit higher than the last time I visited."

 

Damien
The barkeep shrugs. " 'S worth more, now. It's the taxes and inflation, y'see."

 

"S-so, s... should we do something a... about this? Will... will he listen to reason?"

 

Yo @LoyalFlush is it ok if I use the name "Damien" in another rp (if I join another one)?

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Kazuki
Leon snorts. " 'Course not, he's the goddamned King. If ya tell him he's wrong, ye'll get beheaded or something."

 

"S... so what do we do?"

 

OH I FORGOT TO MENTION:

Kazuki @Florfy5
Damien @LoyalFlush
A blast of cold air rushes into the tavern as a newcomer walks in.

 

"W... What was that?"

 

Kazuki
"Nothing, yet," says Leon. "Guess we wait." He pauses.
"I heard that there was a group of rebels. Down south. Nesaak. 'Course, they ain't subject to our good friend th' King's taxes, but.. it's a meeting spot-"
Sloan grunts.
"Newcomer."

 

@Poiu429 ZZZzzz XD (Yes I'm a very impatient guy)

 

Yeah sure. I don't see why not.

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I look back at a table, hearing them say something about a newcomer. Are they talking about me? I think.

I return my attention back to the bartender.
"Yes, but I stayed at another tavern in another town nearby, and they only charge me 5 emeralds a night. Now, be a good fellow and save me the hassle of travelling back there in the middle of the night, will you?"

 

OOC: Ok before I create my character Selchar was made around 800 years later in the games's lore, so im'a just state that cause my character (Matthew Drevur) is from Selchar. But I will switch this, and I will play as Herbert Mathias Mc. Walton Berdale, his great great grandfather.
OOC OOC: Welcome to the One-Stop-Herbert-Shop! Where you can find all things Herbert Berdale and the Emeraldonian family tree! Come back every once in a while to see what things have updated.

Spoiler: Herbert Mathias Mc. Walton Berdale

Spoiler: Herbert Himself:

Why I should accept you into the RP: I am one of the few original Voids Rift RP players. Das right. Old school. And I have over 10+ hours in Dungeons and Dragons. Im a pro at this point.

Name: Herbert Mathias Mc. Swalton Berdale

Age: 36

Appearance: A short, well off middle aged man with blue eyes and brownish-gray hair, he looks like he has some Dwarf ancestor down the line.

Personality: He has a short temper and a good will, he also enjoys beer as most sailors do. He gets, lets just say it, he gets TRIGGERED if anyone brings up the Incident and he gets angry, fast, at corrupted.

Spoiler: Backstory:

Back 1023 years before Mathias Drevur married Ruby Drevur or Grace Redmas went insane due to the portal, their great, great grandfather, Herbert Mathias Mc. Walton Berdale was born. As a child of a sailor he grew up on the high seas, and helped chart many of the islands that people see today. As an early adult about 23 years of age he went into the maddening portal as many did to find riches, and he did. But on one fateful day the Corrupted Army was awakened and his mining group slaughtered, he was the only one of his group to survive. During the massacre he fell into a hole and a rock sealed him shut, shielding him from the slaughter. He high-tailed it back to Nemract as soon as he escaped, seeing the city ablaze with a unholy demonic fire. He fell there, too his knees, dropped his sword, and wept. Four years after the Incident where the entirety of his family and friends had perished he decided that that wouldn't happen again, and went off to search for someone to teach him how to fight, not in sword-fighting, in which he already knew, but long range, magic fighting. He searched out the greatest wizard at the time, Buwhanju Incarnate (Its an inside joke). He trained with him for around 20 years when he was finally ready to venture forth, but, at this time monsters will still new, and Nemract was only recently rebuilt (Which he greeted with a "HELL YEAH WHISKAYYYY"), also he was tasked with exploring every new thing he found by Buwhanju Incarneate for some weird taxidermy experiment. But over all, this was a wall of text, so I say, a goo'day to you.

Spoiler: Class:

(If I was going D&D, he would be a Illusionist [Its a multi-class, think of it like a mage that plays tricks with your mind] class, but sense it isn't D&D, its:) Mage.

Spoiler: Emerald, his staff:

Emerald, his staff (Which is later passed on to me :P): The staff made with his first mined emerald, the branches on top also look like a severed hand. He carved it out of a large tree that he found out in the ocean (Big Tree Island where you find the Relic Wand), and during a particularly bad storm one of the tree's branches was struck by lightning and hurled into the ocean, where it found its way into Herbert's hands. He took the log-sized branch and carved it into this staff, and put half of his first emerald into this staff, and the other half was turned into an amulet (Rogue's Amulet). The rest of the log was used by Buwhanju to create many other marvelous wands, but none as powerful as the original.

Spoiler: Blood-Scar, his short-sword:

Blood-scar, his short-sword, (Which is also passed down to me): This was his weapon that he used to fend off the corrupted back during the Incident (What he calls the Corrupted Army's first triumph). He imbued it with the power of reality itself, not knowing that this blade could destroy many foes. Including sanity. It is said that only a powerful mage can wield this sword without going mad. The blade looks like it is made of pitch black obsidian, with a bloody red tint.

Spoiler: Spells:

Nemract's Fury: He calls upon him the fury of the thousand souls slaughtered in the great burning of Nemract. Because bringing up 'Incident' with him isn't a good idea.

Meteor: You know what this does.

Etherial Slash: Using the advanced techniques Buwhanju Incarnate thought him he imbued Blood-Scar with the power to do one, special, spell. The ability to cut the fabric of reality itself and to use that as a wormhole for teleportation, or to instantly hit someone from miles away.
[Think of it as a teleport spell, but more overpowered and trippy]

Spoiler: Abilities, Armor, And Miscellaneous

Hardy: Due to him drinking Nemract Whiskey for most of his life he is immune to most toxins, he cannot get drunk, and he has a harder time getting various sicknesses.

Armor (not required): Light chainmail armor, with the chest plate bearing the symbol of Nemract where war medals would be placed.

Starting Place (can be things other than towns, such as the Nivla): Ancient Nemract.

Other: Potato.
Also im glad to be doing another RP again now that I have done some mental training with my mental weighted clothes (References). Also I now have created an entire famally tree for Mathias Drevur, and a reason on why his name is Mathias.

Herbert has a higher body temperate than normal because he spent an awful amount of time in the Nether. He has slight PTSD after the Incident, and his favorite food is a homemade recipe called 'Picowber Stew', made of a pig, stuffed inside a cow, stuffed inside a bear. Yeah.

Spoiler: Emeraldonian Family Tree:

Herbert, son of Zeph, married Matilda, daughter of Kylen.
Johan, only child and son of Herbert, married Sartina, daughter of Wheliem.
Herbert II, only child and son of Johan, married Marsha, daughter of Quesntino.
Davic, son of Herbert II married Anne, daughter of Gramdag, and Gion, son of Herbert II, married Val, daughter of Ion.
Mathias, son of Davic, married Ruby, daughter of Crystine, Grace, daughter of Davic, Unknown, Katherine, daughter of Davic, dating Wylinter, son of Zastin.
Topaz, daughter of Mathias.

Spoiler: Random:

\_{>^><^<}_/

 

Damien
The bartender shrugs again. "Gotta make a living."

Welcome to the rp, Emeraldonian. I see you are not playing yourself lately (look, I'm too lazy to read all 800+ pages of Void Rift).

Can Mathias (I'll just call him that) be immune to most toxins? That'll be fine.

Mathias
You stand in Ancient Nemract (not-so ancient). A gust blows past you, coming from the south.
A: Free choice

 

OOC: That'l be fine, I'm still working out some bugs on my character as well and I was, well, suppose to make a Wynncraft D&D campaign but I keep getting sidetracked. Ugh I'm off track again XD Ima just start.

A: Mathias has not been to Nemract yet after the... Incident. And he more or less avoids it like the plague. Not willing to start some PTSD issues he heads south, towards where the wind fell, and towards Fruma, and most importantly, Ragni. He said no word as he tried to use one of his spells (Etherial Slash) to try and teleport him to Ragni. (OOC: Because I can do that)

(OOC: Okay I just finished my character's weapons, spells, and abilities. So now you know what Etherial Slash does. And my semi-PTSD.)

 

A. Not being one to turn down adventure, I ring the bell.

 

This guy isn't making this easy. "Right, a living. I would assume that 5 emeralds a night is better than no emeralds a night, no?"