Ok looks everyone except Alicarius, will get it going soon hopefully by tomorrow.
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Hi All, Merry Christmas!! Lets take a roll call before I proceed to combat as I wanna make sure everyone is present before proceeding.
only 1 given to Ariella and another one Ghilanna got it from the golem.
Stop! Psi spoke out as he sent a telepathic thought to Azrael. Interesting...an innate ability.. My Divine Lord, I do not sense any arcane energy or training within him. Razmir stared at Azrael as electrical energy is building up in his left hand. He considers Psi words. After a long moment, the crowd fixated upon their Divine God for his decision. The electrical energy dissipated as Genevia sighed a breath of relief. The orator looks around nervously before resuming her theatrics. Let the ceremony begin!! ------------------------------------------------------- After the ceremony, the gladiators retired to their chambers before Genevia walks in. Congrats! We apparently have very high ratings and we have received many sponsors for our team!! I am so proud of you guys! Azrael little display did win alot of attention to him! Anyway all this is for naught if we do not win the game tomorrow. We will be competeting against Outsea for our first game and they are many eyes on our performance. Do rest well and retire early for your match tomorrow. Ghilanna a wall has been raised for your privacy. Genevia waves to a makeshift wall built in the chamber with a wooden door to separate her living space from the rest.
a surggestion DM, since we have a Summoner in the group tough might wanna add 1-2 more CR and max out the life of the monsters. Same prob I have with my group when I DM.
It is encouraged no harm done, just wanna see you guys reaction that's all and it make sense as Razmir is afraid of arcade magic. He is insecure remember that of his divinity, and when a spell was cast in front of him, it creeps him thus the reaction.
Yes, but Psi dosent know until he examines you closer. So no worries.
yeah which he will find out later
well Azrael spell is legal just that blatant usage in front of Razmir enough for Psi to want to interrogate him n understand the source of this spell.
The iron faced priest raised their maces and looked to Psi, one of the Arcane masters of the Revelations as a signal to pull and capture the heretic Azrael. The spell is obviously not of a novice level. He nods as a score of iron masked priest rushed and changed at Azrael. Genevia looks in fear and screams as they pushed her aside to the ground making their move towards Azrael.
Nope we will fight tomorrow.
Maybe not interviewed. Chariots maybe in certain combats.
Gathering the shining armor gang of gladiators, it is an impressive sight with golden armor and fluffy high arching wings further bolstered by the angelic appearance of Azrael and Feminine Areilla, Genevia was speechless for a brief moment. It's beautifuu... Genevia stifled a cry as she wiped her tears away. -------------------------------------------------------- Ladies and gentlemen of Thronestep!!! Yooouurrrr Lord and God Razmir is pleased to present you the 21st Annual Immortal Games!! In comes the vessels of the empire of Razmiran as they pledge their fealty and obedience by sending their finest warriors to fight in the Ivory Tower Arena!! Each of the, desperate to seek victory so that our Lord Razmir will not crush them!! The crowd cheered as they chant Razmir's name while stomping their feet. Loud trumpets and fireworks was released into the sky as long banners of the flag of Razmiran carried by overhead flying ships fluttering in the wind. The gladiators waited behind a group of gladiators dressed in pirate gear with a open top wagon shaped and designed in resplendence of a pirate ship. The bow writes "The Ocean's Whore" as a crew of motley pirates were fist fighting on top of it as a man with a hook and eye patch laughed and swig grog down his throat. The gladiator's own wagon is shaped after a heavenly chariot pulled by 8 pristine white equines as Azrael and Areilla stood upon it like the King and queen of the Heavenly host flanked by the other gladiators. We have Artume as they dressed as Rangers signifying.......next we have Protectorate of the Black Marquis dressed as well...Pirates once more!! The sound of the orator drowns on before the pirate crew started moving forward. Alright guys, we are next!! Genevia has changed into a loose flowing white translucent dress with golden laurels fixed into her golden hair as she carries a large silver harp with 2 tiny wings at her back. You can hear the crowd laughing and jeering at the Protectorate of the Black Marquis crew as they seemed to be more interested in fighting each other than impressing the crowd. When the que was given to Genevia, they walked into the light as the orator screams out their entrance. Next we have Tymon!! They are the host of Heavens today!! Signifying their resolve and elegance found in their combats, that they value justice and honor above death!! The scene before the gladiators took their breath away. The transformation was obvious as the crowd went wild at their entrance as they feast upon the visual treat. It is obvious the crowd loves the outfit of the gladiators as Genevia swells with pride. The higher ranking nobles wearing the Razmir mask nods and points to them as they scribed on golden notepads in their hands. In the far distance you can see a figure seated upon a throne and standing before him is a lean female whom you recognize as the one orating. In fact you noticed a few other females standing on the stage as you identified them as various Arena Team Managers of the other nations. As you closed the stage, you can see that the figure has an impressive build and you sense raw energy and power within him. Without a doubt, that is Razmir, the Living God. As the various nations and the teams stood in their props and livery stood before the figure. They were commanded to kneel before him.
Hi Ghilanna lol, well that's because I post quite actively and there are many players too. The axiom is still to post once a day if possible. Anyway the armor is for ceremonial purposes and once the matches start you will wear your own gears. Also for the part about fatigue it's fine cos you are not outdoors I will assume you take it off to sleep every night unless for reasons you wish to wear it.
Last night: The mask silenced Diablo off as he choke and struggled for breath before releasing and returning to the golem form.
Azrael will offer to help Ariella get into her costume before donning his own. He adds wings and other adornments to his golden spiked full plate and then poses for Genevia with his jet black adamntine great sword. Well, do I look the part?
The mask golem looks impassively at Diablo. There was a whirling sound as the visage of each individual mask turns violent. Back off in 3 seconds or die...
When Ghilanna opens the unlocked door, a mask golem stood before her. This creature is made of hundreds of metal masks, welded together to form a roughly humanoid body. The masks are mostly iron, but some—such as the hands, knees, and feet— are made of silver lined with gold. The mask that makes up its head is made of porcelain with gold trim and has a large sapphire set into its brow. At the creature moves, the masks seem to shift and stare. Back.... A low voice rumbled from its core while it raised its hands menacingly.
If fail Will save:
You scrambled for the vial snarling and snatching with the other person for the vial. In the struggle, the vial broke and it's contents spilled on the floor. You raged at the other before you come to your senses. If pass Will save: You resisted the urge as you watched the weaker willed companions rushed for it savagely like wolves.
I personally play a lot of evil aloof woman who changed in the course of gameplay because of others action. It great RP when a selfish person learnt selflessness in the end or form great friendship.
After what the gladiators stirred from their state of euphoria, the withdrawal symptoms started kicking in. The gladiators feel a chill in their bones as there was no explanation where there were feeling cold in a stuffy and hot room. Their throats parched with thirst and they feel dehydrated as their stomachs rumbled and a gnawing pain seeded in their guts. They broke into a cold sweat as their joints now feel stiff. More importantly, they felt a overwhelming desire to take the white substance once more to soothe their ailments. After which, there was a shudder as the ship landed with a loud boom. The whirring sound of the ship died after a few moments. At that moment the doors open and Lanusha the 14th opened the door and laughed as he observed their sorry state. So how was the experience? Relishing good ain't it? You will be slaves to this until we decide otherwise infidels! Pick yourself up for we have reach the Thronestep, home of the Living God. The iron masked priest each rushed in and picked up the gladiators before unshackling them. The wobbled in their steps as if they have not used their feet in a year leaning on the priest and guards as they marched out of the flying ship. They squinted the eyes as bright sunlight pierced their sight before the city horizon surfaced before their eyes. a sprawling metropolis as the city stretches as far as your naked eye can see. Buzzing crowd can be seen as the streets as they proceed with their daily routines but obviously the air carries a festivity season as they anticipated the arrivals of the representatives of the various nations flying in via the flying ships. In the blue sky above, you see other flying ships flying in bringing their sacrificial cargo for Razmir. There was an imposing tower of odd shape in the center of the city. That infidels is the Ivory Tower. Home and grave for you. As the gladiators began to make their way towards the Ivory Tower, the houses are all decorated with the flag of Razmiran. as the crowd started lining up observing the gladiators. The faces of these citizens have small face paintings at the side of their cheeks of the mask of Razmir and some of them wearing fine noble clothes wear a stone grey mask to denote their social status. There were mixed reactions from the crowd, some hating, some laughing, some adoring and some just passively looking on as if observing sheeps being sent for the slaughter. Soon the gladiators entered into the imposing shadow of the Ivory Tower. It was a huge structure about 5,000 feet wide and 1,000 feet tall. It was made of pure ivory and it was said 100,000 elephants were hunted and killed for their bones and ivory tusk to build this tower. As they entered into the tower through a small tunnel by the side as they walked up the stairs into a large room with a huge crystal chandelier in the middle of the room. Stay here infidels! Your arena manager will be here shortly to address you.
alright my peak period is over, will speed things up guys. anyway if yoyo are wondering about Breunnor, he is currently creating a new character.
Lanusha smiles at Ghilanna kick on the priest and Diablo insults. Laugh while you still can infidels. You will understand in a moment. Enjoy. As Lanusha started laughing, his laughter seems to take on an angelic tone as it drowns away into your subconsciousness. The gladiators feel like being cradled to sleep by God, wrapped up in a warm luxurious blanket that shields them from all their worldly fears, angers, and pains. A certain mental sedation manifests as a generalized feeling of tranquility...Things that would otherwise be major concerns can be waved away as it does not matter if death comes for them or not... The gladiators now fell on the floor sedated and placated as they enter into a state of euphoria, laughing and gleeing at every silly thing. The priest whom Ghilana hit pick himself up and kicked Ghilana in the groin.
Satisfied, they turned around and left the room.
The metal door clanks open interrupting the gladiators conversation as the Priest with the long black flowing hair and an iron mask stormed in with 7 more other priest in iron mask and black robe. He carries a black scimitar as the priest each carried a wooden clubs impaled with sharp nails throughout. Stand Infidels! My name is Lanusha Xylea, personal aide to our lord Omega the one whom has attained the 25th steps of divinity. I myself have attained the 14th step. Now for refreshment, a gift from our God the one whom attained 31 steps. The priests surrounding the gladiators each produce a vial of milky white substance. According to the memorandum signed by the Outlaw Council, section 14 says the Tears of Razmir will be administered to the chosen representatives of the Immortal Games. Failure to do so will result in a breach of contract, amounting to a blasphemous proportion to our Lord Razmir. The consequences of such acts warrants a punishment of death and an invasion of their home nation. Now drink!
do we have room for one more PC? i know a guy looking to get into pbp games Eh i think 10 is probably enough for now. Perhaps when someone drops from the game.
Omega looks at the contestants disapprovingly. Despair and know that come next spring every single one of them you see here will be dead! Do not worry however, for you will all join them soon! The Razmiran guards surrounded the gladiators and pushed them to indicate for them to board the flying ship. As the gladiators walked up the stairs, a certain Tymon guard ran in and pushed a piece of note into Areilla's hand and whispered. Read this only when you are alone. The Razmiran guards pushed the Tymon guard aside as they flanked the gladiators. Stepping inside the ship, it seems they entered into another world as magical devices hummed softly in the background with Razmiran guards dressed in cloth robes scrambled to pull levers, switches and draw navigation on a floating map. The gladiators are then passed to a priest with long black flowing hair wearing a iron mask of Razmir. He wears a a long black robe revealing his broad chest. Behind him, a few more priest wearing the iron mask surrounded and then ushered them into a small room with chains and shackles attached to the wall. After shackling the gladiators, the priest left the room and locked them behind a large solid iron door as it slams shut. Moments later, the ship started to shake and tremble as it whirled to life. It started to tilt sideways before the gladiators sense the ship is in movement as the force of the forward thrust forces the gladiator against the wall momentarily.
waiting on Breunnor
The weasel looking man digs in and pulls out a gold Ingots as he held up in sunlight glimmering off it as he squint his eyes before shouting out. Breunnor Kegbreaker, gladiator blacksmith! After which he continues to dig up more gold Ingots and reading it out loud. Alicarius Vorasik, gladiator! Jhock, gladiator! Riggar, gladiator! Drunken Snake, gladiator! Ghilanna, gladiator! Azrael, Battle priest! Garris, gladiator! Diablo Rojo, gladiator! The weasel looking man took out the last ingot looks at the name and hesitated for a moment before looking at Omega's deathly gaze. Licking his lips he shouts out. Ariella Morraine, noble! The last proclamation send a wave of chatter among the crowd. A noble??
Hi guys, sorry RL is creeping up on me with increased workload and studies, I will have to let this campaign drop as I overestimated myself by running 2 campaigns. As such I have to choose only to concentrate running 1. I am open if anyone wants to take over but if not I will be dropping this until a suitable time comes again before I restart this as Isstill enjoy this theme and got plenty of ideas for this campaign. Apologies once more.
Hey Ghil love the pdf, but can you paste your stats in your profile page along with the along with through essentials in your class/level column
For those who have not, please put the stats in your class/level profile. HP:44/44, AC 28, Touch 24 flat-footed 19: CMD 28(32/defensive), Perception +9: Fort +8, Ref +10, Will +9(+1vs Fear) Face/Berserker Rep 19
Omega nods to the weasel man. He digs his scrawny hands into the chest as he draw out a gold ingot. Aerin Manis, gladiator of East College proceed forward! The crowd started murmuring as they looked around for someone to respond to that. A well built man in his 40s raised his hands as he stood beside his wife. His wife cupped her mouth in a silent scream as she shakes her head in denial and sobbed. Noo!! Not my Aerin!! Razmiran guards rushed down and separated them as the woman screamed loudly and Aerin put up a struggle. Bring them both up!! Omega boomed with an authoritative voice. His voice silencing the crowd as the guards escorted the man and his wife up the platform. Reaching out his hands, he pulled the sobbing quivering woman to his side. His height overpowering the tiny woman. He wiped her tears away as he gazed at her through his gold faced mask as the woman looked around confusingly at what is happening. No!! Get away from her your monster!!! Aerin struggled as 3 guards held him in place. Trailing her neckline, Omega suddenly shifted into a choke hold and started choking the life out of the woman. There was a loud snap as her neck broke. NOOO!!!! Aerin punched the gold plated guards in their face as he draw the sword of the stunned guard. Lifting his weapon he charged towards the gold masked priest. Razmiran guards rushed forward but Omega lifted his hands to stop them in their tracks. Aerin did a 3 footstep twist with a somersault bringing his sword towards Omega's chest. At the absolute last moment, Omegae side stepped and thrust his palms upwards onto the chin of Aerin. There was a loud crack as the blow disoriented him while Omega grabbed his sword arm and thrusted another attack at his elbow joint upwards disjointed it in an awkward position before disarming him plunging the sword upwards into his ribcage piercing his lungs. Aerin wheezed and spluttered before sliding off the gold plated armor collapsing unto the feet of Omega. Throwing the bloodstained sword on the ground, Omegae turned towards the shocked crowd in his now blood stained white silk cloak. Do not mistaken the kindness of Razmir for leniency!! Let this be a lesson for you Tymon!! I am Omega, Wrath of God!! As Omega stared down the furious king. Ullorth Ungin clenched his fist as veins popped out on his reddening neck flushed with blood brought on by his anger. After what feels like an eternity as the guards all tensed ready to draw their swords and defend their Lordship, Ullorth looked away and spits onto the ground. Omega nods. Continue!! The weasel man scampers and started digging into the chest once more drawing the name of the next unfortunate soul.
We're leveling after every fight. Unless something has changed. Maybe not every fight, but we will be leveling quickly.
NP!! Thanks!!
Breunnor alicarius n gilhanna awaiting your post in gameplay.
well you could incorporate sundering in your signature move
No idea dude, the Cavaliers finishing is to get his rex throw the enemy I the air and he pierce with his lance
Yup add in the word of healing feat then.
Word of Healing Using the same divine energy as your lay on hands ability, you can heal others at a distance.Prerequisites: Lay on hands class feature.Benefit: You may use your lay on hands to heal another creature at a range of 30 feet as a standard action that does not provoke anattack of opportunity. You must be able to speak and have a free hand to use this ability. The target heals half the amount they would have healed if you had touched them, but gains the benefits of your mercies as normal. Since you are the only healer and you wasted detect evil. How about replace with this feat? BTW our Drow Cavalier is joining us once more, so good news.
Maybe they can sense a sever limb on their way thus they gain +1 cmd? Your build looks fine. Proceed to gameplay. Build looks fine. Reputation is 10+1d3+Glad levels+face/heel modifier.
What about mine?
Hi, I added the teams in the tournament. Will set up the team rooster sand league table soon. The Immortal games is a tournament which a league table participated by the various settlements. At the end of the games, the top 5 teams will compete for the prestige of the winner of The Immortal games. Artume
Artume is a small domain amid hills and fertile plains within the River Kingdoms. Artume lies on a western branch of the Sellen River, not far from the cities of Daggermark, Gralton, and Sevenarches. The region boasts high quality livestock, especially horses, as well as leather goods and stone. The kingdom welcomes adventurers, who Regent Waike frequently uses to deal with bandits and nagas. Daggermark
The largest city in all of the River Kingdoms, Daggermark has maintained enough stability to control an abundant supply of food, a rarity in this unstable region of Avistan. Daggermark is so stable that it even has a thriving industry and is wealthy enough to mint its own coin. The main reason for this stability are the two guilds for which the city is so famous: the Daggermark Assassins' Guild and the Daggermark Poisoners' Guild. These two organizations often work hand in hand, as the assassins favor the use of poisons, believing that only amateurs leave behind an obvious cause of death. Few bandit lords would be stupid enough to attack Daggermark for fear of being found poisoned, strangled or some other seemingly accidental death. Even if someone were foolish enough to risk the wrath of the its assassins, Daggermark is still far from undefended. It has the largest army in all the River Kingdoms and the city itself boasts both and inner and outer wall. The most powerful and prestigious members of Daggermark society live within the inner wall (called Dagger Keep by the locals), including the ruler, Martro Livondar. Rule of the city is more complicated than it appears. while Marto Livondar in theory controls the city he would not be able to do so without the dwarven warrior Jallor Clovesh who controls the army. In addition, if Livondar were ever to loose the favor of Lady Smilos, the head of the assassins' guild, or Tragshi, head of the poisoners' guild, it is unlikely he would survive more than a week. Gralton
The inhabitants of Gralton consist almost entirely of people who have fled the ongoing revolution (some would say anarchy) in Galt. Many of those who have fled to Gralton are the old nobility of Galt. Deposed and fallen from grace, they desperately seek any means to regain what they have lost, be it by sponsoring counter-revolutionary activity, or sending parties of hapless adventurers back into Galt to search for family heirlooms left behind in the rush to escape the guillotine's blade. As the desperation of the deposed nobility grew, Gralton began to attract con-artists and tricksters. These tried to hustle the desperate nobility by offering quick fixes and false hope. The town has two notable temples: one to the drunken hero deity, Cayden Cailean, the other to the Vengeful Sting, Calistria. In fact, many suspect the people of Gralton to be possessed by some spirit of Calistria. So bent on vengeance against Galt are they, that many see divine intervention in their hate-filled eyes. Fort Liberthane
This was once a rundown bandit fortress in the River Kingdoms, until it was taken over by Achille Parsall, an aristocrat of Galt who is also a paladin of Milani. It is the base from which Parsall seeks to recruit for his cause. In the long term, this is freedom for Galt; in the shorter term he seeks to unify the River Kingdoms. The hamlet serves as a bastion of idealism in the sometimes cut-throat society of the River Kingdoms, but all who live there are expected to follow the orders of Parsall and his soldiers. Mivon
It was to Mivon (pronounced mih-VON)[1] that many of the Aldori swordlords fled after Choral the Conquerer overthrew the nation of Rostland to create modern day Brevoy. Many swordlords settled in Mivon bringing with them the experience and knowledge of the ancient art of the swordlords. Warriors from as far as way Garund make pilgrimages to Mivon to learn the secrets of the swordlords, in order to do this the applicant must best a series of increasingly tough duels. The city also has a large fishing industry that specialises in catching eels in the pools surrounding the city. It is said that due to the violent nature of the city many of the eels have tasted human flesh and the phrase "a walk to the fishponds" has a very sinister meaning as the person normally does not return. Outsea
Outsea is a town in the River Kingdoms containing farmland, swampland, rivers, and canals. Its citizens include both aquatic species as well as air-breathers. Military service is mandated for all water-breathers and a few landlubbers serve in respected voluntary battalions. Locks and gates separate freshwater and salt water, preventing the districts from flowing into each other. Beneath the waterline, coral reefs and seaweed form underwater structures. Fish, octopi, and other aquatic animals are prevalent. Mages of Outsea are known for their strong tradition of practicing water magic. Unique spells of merfolk and sahuagin origins can be found only in this kingdom. Pitax
Pitax (pronounced pih-TAHKS) is the domain of Castruccio Irovetti, a petty tyrant who fancies himself a god. It seems the River Kingdoms attract these sorts of deluded megalomaniacs, with the kingdom of Razmiran ruled over by the similarly deluded Razmir. Pitax is a city filled with trashy art and bad sculpture, created by the masses of enslaved artists and poets that Irovetti maintains to massage his ego. The town itself suffers under Irovetti's rule, as his arrogant rule has turned the nearby countries of Numeria and Brevoy against him, and alienated Pitax from potential sources of trade. Protectorate of the Black Marquis
The Protectorate of the Black Marquis is one of the River Kingdoms of northeastern Avistan. Since it's founding, it has been ruled by a series of despots who call themselves Marquis, despite having little proper claim to the title. Riverton
Riverton is a large village located on the banks of Kallas Lake in the southern River Kingdoms. Sevenarches
Sevenarches is a town in the southwestern River Kingdoms built around seven stone arches which are scattered around the settlement. These are an ancient site, sacred to the elves. Sevenarches has not been in elven hands for millennia, ever since they left Golarion for the safety of Sovyrian; since then, Sevenarches has been under the rule of the Oakstewards. The Oakstewards are very selective about whom they let approach the community, banning elves and outsiders from approaching, as Sevenarches guards a rift to the First World of the fey. As a result of the rift, followers of the Green Faith are extremely common. Sevenarches is also home to a wide variety of fey and many treants, some of whom live in the city, while others are simply passing through. Rumor has it that the arches for which the town is named once served as portals to other worlds, perhaps functioning like more powerful elf gates. Kyonin has shown great interest in reclaiming this ancient site, but the Oakstewards refuse any elf entry into Sevenarches. While this problem has yet to come to a head, there are rumours that some elves have been considering radical solutions to get rid of the human rulers of the town. Touvette
Touvette is one of the River Kingdoms. It is borders upon Pitax to the northeast and Gralton to the west and south. It has prime farm and ranch land, and prospered under King Aven I. However, under King Aven II it started to fall apart and descended into religious warfare. General Cabol Voran launched a successful military coup, overthrew the monarchy and drove out all the priests. The temples now serve as “charities” – a mixture of magistrate’s court, refuge, militia base, school, hospital and government office. The citizens are well looked after, and begin each day by thanking the General for saving them from laziness and religion. Speaking against the General carries the death penalty. Crimes are punished harshly. The peace is maintained by the General’s knights, a hand-picked group authorised to summarily try and (if necessary) execute criminals, and who never pay for goods and services - their expenses are met by the grateful populace. All young men must serve at least four years in the army. Foreigners must have travel passes. Those found without valid documents are assumed to be spies or saboteurs, and treated accordingly. Tymon
The city-state of Tymon lies southwest of Daggermark on the very western borders of the River Kingdoms, next to the kingdom of Razmiran. It is renowned for its gladiators, as Tymon boasts both a huge arena and many prestigious gladiator colleges. Tymon's history of gladiatorial excellence goes back to its founder, Maldar Tymon, who was a renowned Taldan gladiator and hero of one of Taldor's Fifth Army of Exploration. Unfortunately, this proud heritage has made Tymon a visible target, and the living god Razmir greedily eyes the city with conquest on his mind. Ullorth Ungin has to contemplate turning his valuable gladiators lose on the field of battle, supported by the bloodthirsty priests of Gorum. Each year Ullorth asks that any on the Outlaw Council who value freedom step forth to help him, and each year one or two petty lordlings offer their help, postponing Razmir's invasion for another year. Lambreth
The small, self-sufficient domain of Lambreth rose from the union of three rival merchant families, the Cullertons, the Angelidis, and the Vizcarra, who founded the city-states Maashinelle, Lockridge, and Sezgin, respectively. Fearing annexation from their neighbors, the families negotiated a union, ruling as the Triunes of Lambreth. Throughout the River Kingdoms, Lambreth suffers the least from bandit attacks. Newcomers and troublemakers quickly draw the attention of the Black Eagles. Lord Kamdyn Arnefax rules Lambreth as a merciless dictator. The Black Eagles, feared horsemen resembling dark versions of Andoran's Eagle Knights, act as the local militia, protecting the citizens, collecting taxes, and enforcing Lord Arnefax's rule. In addition, each village has its own council, led by an elected mayor, who makes requests and complaints to Lord Arnefax, although most are wary to do so.
whoops never realized I was in got real busy for our Christmas cnadlelight tour on Friday evvening. didn't get lots of time to check statuses Sounds fun!! BTW i need you to work in some lore of Tymon into your background once you are free. SKORN once your character is ready, post it in here.
BTW just to stage the personality of the Ruler of Tymon, Tymon
He is actually a benevolent dictator.
Alright gameplay post up.
In the years since, Razmiran, as the theocracy came to be called, has expanded its borders five times at the expense of various River Kingdoms and Ustalav. Threatened the Outlaw Council made up of rulers of all the kingdoms predominated by Daggermark, Gralton, Lambreth, Mivon, Pitax, the Protectorate of the Black Marquis, Sevenarches, Tymon and Uringen met up and discussed the growing powers of Razmiran. In order to appease the living god Razmir, the Outlaw Council agreed and signed a pact to recognize the divinity of Razmir. As a show of their declaration of Faith, they have agreed to send their finest warriors every year to Thronestep to take part in the arena games. To keep these warriors in check, the Priest administered a highly addictive drug, the Tears of Razmir which is a combination of narcotics and hallucinogens which was created by Razmir. The winner of these games will be given a choice to either ascend Priesthood by traveling to the Exalted Wood for training and acting in league with the faith despite any previous misgivings. In return, the kingdoms of these warriors will be given amnesty from Razmiran and even tribute and military might for the next 3 years. It is called The Immortal Games. ------------------------------------------------------------------
The preparations are in place your Holiness A gold masked priest wearing with the the symbol "α", the first of the Visions bowed before a Living God. A council of high-ranking priests known as the Visions. The goldmasked priests carry out Razmir’s erratic mandates, each in a unique way. While some Visions are gifted sorcerers, and others still use honeyed words and bribes to accomplish their goals, a significant portion is skilled at martial combat from the winners of the Immortal Games. The Revelations is made up of 5 priest among the Visions. They are the most blessed and Razmir closest council.
A divine being clothed in bright shimmering robes that captures the bright sunlight beaming above him through a glass ceiling atop and reflecting the beams all around the throne room. Looking at him, you would believe his divinity as he looks like an Archangel that descended unto this world. He wears an ornate Ivory Mask of a Serene Visage as he looks down at his council upon a 31-stepped mithril throne, in reference to the steps he supposedly took to achieve divinity. Release Omega to Tymon...Alpha.. It has been done my Lord... ------------------------------------------------------------------
The city-state of Tymon lies southwest of Daggermark on the very western borders of the River Kingdoms, next to the kingdom of Razmiran. It is renowned for its gladiators, as Tymon boasts both a huge arena and many prestigious gladiator colleges. Tymon's history of gladiatorial excellence goes back to its founder,Maldar Tymon, who was a renowned Taldan gladiator and hero of one of Taldor's Fifth Army of Exploration. Unfortunately, this proud heritage has made Tymon a visible target, and the living god Razmir greedily eyes the city with conquest on his mind. the current ruler of Tymon is Ullorth Ungin. A dark shadow cast upon the town as a floating ship powered by Arcane Magic flew past the Colosseum where Gladiators are fighting each other to the death. The loud cheering of the bloodthirsty crowd drifted off into silence....A gladiator lifting to bring his huge axe downwards to crush the head of a prone defeated gladiator paused as he place his axe down and relaxes his grip as they cast their sights upon the engineering marvel. Turning around he offers a hand to the fallen gladiator as he pulled him to his feet. It is unspoken but it means. Tomorrow we will be opponents once more. Today...we are brothers. The floating ship caused commotion where its shadow passed as the crowds started following the ship. The destination castle Stone Rock of
How the mighty have fallen... Ullorth Ungin looked at the fallen flag and thought its appropriateness of Tymon's shame. The enforcer of that shame walked out as a set of 31 steps slide down from an opening of the ship. Gold plated Razmiran soldiers rushed out and formed a formation around the king as a being of impressive proportion walked down the 31 steps. His huge form was concealed under a heavy silk white cloak. he wears a golden mask with the symbol "Ω" imprinted on the forehead. Tymon welcomes the will and divinity of Razmir!! We prepare and present ourselves for the Immortal games. Omega looks impassively at the King before responding in a booming deep voice. Glory to Razmir... He walked towards a platform made of steel ignoring Ullorth Ungin. Clenching his fist, the king is visibly burning with fury as he calmed himself and followed after Omega as they ascended the stairs to the platform. Facing the gathering crowd, a large golden chest was carried by a 4 Tymon guard and placed at the feet of a weasel looking man as he stuck his hands into the chest scrambling the hundreds of golden ingots bearing the names of the various gladiators names. We will now choose the representative for the Immortal Games! May they bring honor to Tymon!!
Alright guys first gameplay post will be up soon. Now awaiting skorn character.
Alright just waiting for Breunnor to check in and scorn to finalise his character.
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