Hareveth: A Forsaken Tale

[Valkrae]

You feel your soul floating through some sort of vacuum, your thoughts blurry and unclear. You cannot feel anything, only your mind and spirit. Suddenly, You feel breath reenter your lungs, and your eyes open. The soft fingers of a summer wind brush against your cheeks. You find that you are on your back, and you raise up, looking around. The terrain is unfamiliar to you. You lie on an open plain, with the grass reaching rather low on your body. You see mountains in the distance, and you cannot mistake the definite smell of the ocean on the air. Your name slowly comes back to you, and the ability to speak, but nothing else, not right now. You see others begin to rise around you, seemingly have gone through the same process as you. You begin to stand, ready to take on this new challenge.

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Welcome to Hareveth

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This is a new forum RP that I hope to start, with myself being the DM. Hareveth is a land of literally infinite possibilities. All information about the world will have to be learned through the RP.

There are rules that you have to follow with character creation, however.

You are allowed to be whatever race from a fantasy universe that you please, but be warned, Your racial abilities will be forfeit. You cannot start with any sort of magical or biological ability. IF your race is naturally strong, and can expend smoke from their pores, they can be strong, but the smoke cannot be allowed.

You cannot start with any equipment other than basic clothing.

You cannot start with any magic, the reason for this being explained in RP if characters go that route. There is magic in Hareveth, know that.

This is the application of adding a character to this forum RP. I'll accept most characters, so it's mostly for me.

Name:

Age:

Race:

Fears:

Likes:

Dislikes:

Short Backstory:(You would have vanished randomly, you choose if it that was in sleep or in day-to-day activities)

The RP will begin as soon as at least two people have their characters posted and finished. Feel free to PM me any questions you might have.

Hareveth awaits.

[hivefleetchicken]

Name: Corporal Malcolm O'Connor

Age: 23.

Race: Human - Imperial Guard Catachan Regiment.

Fears: Manipulative Organisms, Battle-Shock, Xenos.

Likes: Brotherhood, Chivalry, Glory.

Dislikes: Magic, Psykers, Wizards, Sorcerers.

Physical Notes: Caucasian, Average Height (For a human male), Well Built Muscular Frame.

Skills: Well-trained in melee combat. Brave. Courageous. Charismatic. Intelligent. Increased Pain Tolerance.

Short Backstory: Corporal O'Connor tread through the jungle with his two comrades, taking a brief break in his brisk marching to scratch his nose with his bayonet knife. He silently gestured commands for his squad members to press forward, watching as they silently stomped through the foliage ahead.

'Another day, another patrol, on this fucking shithole,' he thought to himself, checking the ground under his boots in boredom. 'How long has it been, Malc'? Twenty Years?'

A scream up ahead disrupted his moment of thought, followed by another shout and gunfire. There was a second scream, and then nothing but silence. O'Connor stormed forward, raising his shotgun and firmly squeezing it. He approached the bodies of his two patrol partners, swinging around and pointing his shotgun every which way.

Nothing. Nothing but his eviscerated comrades.

A low, dark growl rumbled from behind the soldier. He closed his eyes with a curse from under his breath, and silently twisted off his bayonet knife from his trench gun, dropping the large shotgun to the ground with a smack in the thick, jungle mud.

He turned to face a sickening beast, tentacles protruding from its sucking maw, spattered with gore and brain matter. The tentacles delicately sucked each other clean of the chunks of gore as the Lictor beast located its new victim. O'Connor.

The soldier relayed his thanks and one final prayer to the Immortal God-Emperor in a nervous whisper as the creature leapt onto him, its mantis like arms snapping over O'Connor's torso. Before he was snatched and ripped apart as he thrusted his knife forward in one final act of defiance, however, a flash of dark consumed O'Connor's vision. His legs and arms went numb, and his mind gave way to a dreamy consciousness.

He sat up instantly up in the new land with a terrified scream, followed by frantic gasps of air. He reached for his chest. Unscathed. He was alive.

...But where?

 

I based this off of this shit.

Edited December 6, 2014 by Guest

[Gollee]

Name: Inis Galondel

Age: 127

Race: Wood Elf

Fears: Heights, undead.

Likes: Reading, Civilisation

Dislikes: Dirt, sleeping rough, travelling

Short Backstory: A relatively young wood elf, Inis was exiled from her clan; after accidently slaying her cousin in a sparring match. The mark of the kinslayer, a shattered sword wreathed in chains, was branded on her cheek. With little equipment or training, she barely stayed alive in the wilderness; until finally managing to stumble upon a human settlement; one that did not know the meaning of Elven brands. She sought work with a local mage, assisting in translating elven scripts and spells into common. She suffered from malignant nightmares within the village, dreams of her cousin's rotting form seeking her out for vengeance; of being hurled from the highest point of the mage's tower to lie broken on the ground below.

It was in one of these dreams that her mind delved into greater darkness, eventually awakening in a place unknown to her.

Additional notes:

Not entirely sure what was meant about racial abilities; apart from no magical ones, so I have listed the racial wood elf abilities, so you can cross off the ones that don't work.

Racial Abilities

-Natural abilities

Agility

Night eyes

Fleet of foot

-Magical Abilties

Trance: Magically trances instead of sleeping; lasts half the time.

Magical nature: Resistant to charms and illusions.

Woodland grace: Magical enhancement to hiding in woodland.

Brand:

Edited December 6, 2014 by Guest

[canon35]

Name: Cain Woods.

Age: 35

Race: Human

Fears: Demons, death.

Likes: Successful Cases, Cleaning his weapons, most of his hunting buddies.

Dislikes: Monsters, assholes, police.

Short Backstory: There are terrible things in this world, and there must always be someone to fight against them. In the 21th century, these fighters for humanity were known as "Hunters". Hunters lived short, lonely, and terrible lives, but it was always for others. Like many other hunters, Cain got into the business when his father was murdered by a vampire, he knew the creature was more than human when he emptied an entire glock into it and it merely laughed. Cain's very first case was a demon possession, he was captured and at the foul monster's mercy for 3 days, enduring terrible torture until he escaped. Thankfully, many of his other cases were more successful as he ran in with a fellow hunter who owned a roadhouse in which other hunters would use as their base of operations. As he began to tangle with witches and warlocks, he began to use magic to aid him in cases and to avoid demon detection, possession, and nearly found a spell that could cause demons in a 50 kilometre radius to instantly leave their hosts. One day, he was playing poker with some of his friends when an attack happened. Black smoke poured into the house and began to spread a fire, as it engulfed his friend Cain closed his eyes and prepared for death. When he opened them again, he stood in a green field with nothing but his blue plaid shirt and a dusty pair of jeans.

Skills: Extensive knowledge of guns, strong, good knowledge of magic(Likely not usable, may lead to funny situations.)

[Valkrae]

Name: Corporal Malcolm O'Connor

Age: 23.

Race: Human - Imperial Guard Catachan Regiment.

Fears: Manipulative Organisms.

Likes: Brotherhood, Chivalry, Glory.

Dislikes: Magic, Psykers, Wizards, Sorcerers.

Physical Notes: Caucasian, Average Height (For a human male), Well Built Muscular Frame.

Skills: Well-trained in melee combat. Brave. Courageous. Charismatic. Intelligent. Increased Pain Tolerance.

Short Backstory: Corporal O'Connor tread through the jungle with his two comrades, taking a brief break in his brisk marching to scratch his nose with his bayonet knife. He silently gestured commands for his squad members to press forward, watching as they silently stomped through the foliage ahead.

'Another day, another patrol, on this fucking shithole,' he thought to himself, checking the ground under his boots in boredom. 'How long has it been, Malc'? Twenty Years?'

A scream up ahead disrupted his moment of thought, followed by another shout and gunfire. There was a second scream, and then nothing but silence. O'Connor stormed forward, raising his shotgun and firmly squeezing it. He approached the bodies of his two patrol partners, swinging around and pointing his shotgun every which way.

Nothing. Nothing but his eviscerated comrades.

A low, dark growl rumbled from behind the soldier. He closed his eyes with a curse from under his breath, and silently twisted off his bayonet knife from his trench gun, dropping the large shotgun to the ground with a smack in the thick, jungle mud.

He turned to face a sickening beast, tentacles protruding from its sucking maw, spattered with gore and brain matter. The tentacles delicately sucked each other clean of the chunks of gore as the Lictor beast located its new victim. O'Connor.

The soldier relayed his thanks and one final prayer to the Immortal God-Emperor in a nervous whisper as the creature leapt onto him, its mantis like arms snapping over O'Connor's torso. Before he was snatched and ripped apart as he thrusted his knife forward in one final act of defiance, however, a flash of dark consumed O'Connor's vision. His legs and arms went numb, and his mind gave way to a dreamy consciousness.

He sat up instantly up in the new land with a terrified scream, followed by frantic gasps of air. He reached for his chest. Unscathed. He was alive.

...But where?

 

I based this off of this shit.

 

This works, just be warned there won't be many weapons like in Warhammer.

 

Name: Inis Galondel

Age: 127

Race: Wood Elf

Fears: Heights, undead.

Likes: Reading, Civilisation

Dislikes: Dirt, sleeping rough, travelling

Short Backstory: A relatively young wood elf, Inis was exiled from her clan; after accidently slaying her cousin in a sparring match. The mark of the kinslayer, a shattered sword wreathed in chains, was branded on her cheek. With little equipment or training, she barely stayed alive in the wilderness; until finally managing to stumble upon a human settlement; one that did not know the meaning of Elven brands. She sought work with a local mage, assisting in translating elven scripts and spells into common. She suffered from malignant nightmares within the village, dreams of her cousin's rotting form seeking her out for vengeance; of being hurled from the highest point of the mage's tower to lie broken on the ground below.

It was in one of these dreams that her mind delved into greater darkness, eventually awakening in a place unknown to her.

Additional notes:

Not entirely sure what was meant about racial abilities; apart from no magical ones, so I have listed the racial wood elf abilities, so you can cross off the ones that don't work.

Racial Abilities

-Natural abilities

Agility

Night eyes

Fleet of foot

-Magical Abilties

Trance: Magically trances instead of sleeping; lasts half the time.

Magical nature: Resistant to charms and illusions.

Woodland grace: Magical enhancement to hiding in woodland.

Brand:

 

You won't have your natural abilities at first, but, expect to get all of your abilities, including the magical, back as it progresses.

[Valkrae]

Name: Corporal Malcolm O'Connor

Age: 23.

Race: Human - Imperial Guard Catachan Regiment.

Fears: Manipulative Organisms.

Likes: Brotherhood, Chivalry, Glory.

Dislikes: Magic, Psykers, Wizards, Sorcerers.

Physical Notes: Caucasian, Average Height (For a human male), Well Built Muscular Frame.

Skills: Well-trained in melee combat. Brave. Courageous. Charismatic. Intelligent. Increased Pain Tolerance.

Short Backstory: Corporal O'Connor tread through the jungle with his two comrades, taking a brief break in his brisk marching to scratch his nose with his bayonet knife. He silently gestured commands for his squad members to press forward, watching as they silently stomped through the foliage ahead.

'Another day, another patrol, on this fucking shithole,' he thought to himself, checking the ground under his boots in boredom. 'How long has it been, Malc'? Twenty Years?'

A scream up ahead disrupted his moment of thought, followed by another shout and gunfire. There was a second scream, and then nothing but silence. O'Connor stormed forward, raising his shotgun and firmly squeezing it. He approached the bodies of his two patrol partners, swinging around and pointing his shotgun every which way.

Nothing. Nothing but his eviscerated comrades.

A low, dark growl rumbled from behind the soldier. He closed his eyes with a curse from under his breath, and silently twisted off his bayonet knife from his trench gun, dropping the large shotgun to the ground with a smack in the thick, jungle mud.

He turned to face a sickening beast, tentacles protruding from its sucking maw, spattered with gore and brain matter. The tentacles delicately sucked each other clean of the chunks of gore as the Lictor beast located its new victim. O'Connor.

The soldier relayed his thanks and one final prayer to the Immortal God-Emperor in a nervous whisper as the creature leapt onto him, its mantis like arms snapping over O'Connor's torso. Before he was snatched and ripped apart as he thrusted his knife forward in one final act of defiance, however, a flash of dark consumed O'Connor's vision. His legs and arms went numb, and his mind gave way to a dreamy consciousness.

He sat up instantly up in the new land with a terrified scream, followed by frantic gasps of air. He reached for his chest. Unscathed. He was alive.

...But where?

 

I based this off of this shit.

 

This works, just be warned there won't be many weapons like in Warhammer.

 

Name: Inis Galondel

Age: 127

Race: Wood Elf

Fears: Heights, undead.

Likes: Reading, Civilisation

Dislikes: Dirt, sleeping rough, travelling

Short Backstory: A relatively young wood elf, Inis was exiled from her clan; after accidently slaying her cousin in a sparring match. The mark of the kinslayer, a shattered sword wreathed in chains, was branded on her cheek. With little equipment or training, she barely stayed alive in the wilderness; until finally managing to stumble upon a human settlement; one that did not know the meaning of Elven brands. She sought work with a local mage, assisting in translating elven scripts and spells into common. She suffered from malignant nightmares within the village, dreams of her cousin's rotting form seeking her out for vengeance; of being hurled from the highest point of the mage's tower to lie broken on the ground below.

It was in one of these dreams that her mind delved into greater darkness, eventually awakening in a place unknown to her.

Additional notes:

Not entirely sure what was meant about racial abilities; apart from no magical ones, so I have listed the racial wood elf abilities, so you can cross off the ones that don't work.

Racial Abilities

-Natural abilities

Agility

Night eyes

Fleet of foot

-Magical Abilties

Trance: Magically trances instead of sleeping; lasts half the time.

Magical nature: Resistant to charms and illusions.

Woodland grace: Magical enhancement to hiding in woodland.

Brand:

 

You won't have your natural abilities at first, but, expect to get all of your abilities, including the magical, back as it progresses.

 

Name: Cain Woods.

Age: 35

Race: Human

Fears: Demons, death.

Likes: Successful Cases, Cleaning his weapons, most of his hunting buddies.

Dislikes: Monsters, assholes, police.

Short Backstory: There are terrible things in this world, and there must always be someone to fight against them. In the 21th century, these fighters for humanity were known as "Hunters". Hunters lived short, lonely, and terrible lives, but it was always for others. Like many other hunters, Cain got into the business when his father was murdered by a vampire, he knew the creature was more than human when he emptied an entire glock into it and it merely laughed. Cain's very first case was a demon possession, he was captured and at the foul monster's mercy for 3 days, enduring terrible torture until he escaped. Thankfully, many of his other cases were more successful as he ran in with a fellow hunter who owned a roadhouse in which other hunters would use as their base of operations. As he began to tangle with witches and warlocks, he began to use magic to aid him in cases and to avoid demon detection, possession, and nearly found a spell that could cause demons in a 50 kilometre radius to instantly leave their hosts. One day, he was playing poker with some of his friends when an attack happened. Black smoke poured into the house and began to spread a fire, as it engulfed his friend Cain closed his eyes and prepared for death. When he opened them again, he stood in a green field with nothing but his blue plaid shirt and a dusty pair of jeans.

Skills: Extensive knowledge of guns, strong, good knowledge of magic(Likely not usable, may lead to funny situations.)

 

I like it, Nice World of Darkness character.

We're all ready, I'll give it a day to let other people post their shenanigans, and then we'll begin.

[Doomberg]

Name: Gideon Venric

Age: 42

Race: Human

Fears: Curses, Demons

Likes: Fire

Dislikes: Witches, Wizards, Cultists, Magical Creatures

Short Backstory: PMed to Valkrae.

[Valkrae]

All of you would find yourself in an open field, the wind brushing lightly through the air. You would be wearing basic clothing, and have nothing else on you. Your mind is hazy, and you can't remember much of your previous life. You can only remember your name, and your martial skills. The area around the plains is diverse. To the north, there are mountains that seem to scrape the sky. To the south, There seems to be a dense forest that bleeds darkness. To the east and west, The plains stretch on. There seems to be some buildings to the east. There is only the four of you in the plains.

[Gollee]

Inis groaned and rolled onto her front, pushing herself up off of the ground and brushing dirt from her clothes. The last traces of a dark fear slipped from her mind as she stared around in shock.

[canon35]

Cain woke up from a nightmare of being assaulted by swirling black smoke, as he pulled himself up he noticed his surroundings and stared, confused, at another humanoid rising off the ground. "Hey!" he calls out to her. "Who are you? Where am I?".

[Gollee]

Inis spun around at the voice behind her, her eyes wide with confusion, "I... I'm Inis, Galondel; and I have no idea where we are. I... I can only remember my name... Do I know you? Do you know who I am?"

[canon35]

Shook his head at Inis' questions "No, and I'm sure of who I am myself...name's Cain, by the way.". Taking notice of the point ears on Inis' head, Cain asks "Never seen ears like those on a human before.".

[hivefleetchicken]

Corporal O'Connor sat straight up from behind the two, screaming once and shaking himself back to sanity. He stared at himself, lifting his uniform shirt and checking his chest for any injuries, before tossing it back down over his stomach with a grunt.

O'Connor caught eye of the two in front of him, and leapt to his feet quickly. He instinctively reached for his beltline for his pistol, unable to remember what the actual firearm he used to possess was. When he realized he was unarmed, however, he raised his fists defensively in front of his face, taking a step back from the two visible others.

"Who the -FUCK- are you two?!" He demanded, trembling nervously. He glared specifically at Inis as he spoke, visibly suspicious of her.

[Gollee]

Inis looks surprised at the question, "Cain. Right. I'm not a human, I'm a-" A scream erupts just to Inis' side and she leaps away from it, raising her arms defensively; staring in shock at the angry man that had appeared out of the grass. "- a Wood Elf." She noticed the man's suspicious glare, "I'm Inis Galondel; who are you?"

[Doomberg]

Gideon rose from the (assumed) grass calmly, eyeing the gathered group with a cautious gaze. Reaching for the empty sheath by his belt, he grasped only thin air, letting out an exasperated sigh. "I have for you but three questions: Where am I, why am I here, and what the hell have you done with my weapon?"

[Gollee]

Inis shifts her gaze to the new arrival, obviously perturbed by the rapid development of events, "I don't know, I don't know, and I don't know." She backs away from the three men, into an open space. "I don't know who any of you are, I don't even kknow who I am... I can't remember anything before waking up here. Why is everyone asking me?"

[Doomberg]

Gideon fully turns his attention to Inis, motioning to her ears. "You look like you belong here. That is... less so, for myself and the others. Regardless, it's rather clear to me that we are all equally unknowing - perhaps we should get a move on. As visually impressive as our surroundings might be, we will learn nothing by staying here and asking each other questions."

[Gollee]

"I'm probably three or four times the age of all of you." Inis said wearily as she half-turned, shielding her sharp eyes as she searched for anything of note near the group. "There! I think I can see some buildings!" She points eastwards towards some rough shapes on the plain. "There might be some people there, that can tell us where we are." Inis takes a few steps eastward, skirting around O'Connor, and glancing at him nervously.

[Doomberg]

Gideon lets out a grunt, examining Inis from top to bottom briefly. "Then perhaps I will have to question you about this sorcery later. For now, I want some answers, and I imagine I speak for all of us when I say that.". He begins heading east, towards the buildings.

[Kerbal22]

Name: Alexis Corvus

Age: 1,000

Race: Trans-material positronic entity (Shadow, is effectively a 3-d shadow. Appears black in light, extremely photosensitive, although Alexis has tamed her photo-phobia over the years.)

Fears: Bright lights

Likes: Dark caves, buxom women.

Dislikes: Light.

Short Backstory: Alexis was watching a pair of buxom women coo over a drunken patron, attempting to steal what little money he had, and gave a silent chuckle. The Shadow was impersonating the shape of a mug against the wall, having entered the house of ill repute earlier that day for a little of her chose entertainment.

Alexis's early life was...odd, to say the least. Born in the center of a star that had just collapsed, she floated in space until happening upon a planet the inhabitants called "Earth". She soon learned of not who she was, but rather, what she was. She was a literal shadow, and one of her first memories, happening upon visible light and feeling the horrible burning of it contacting her, she had grown somewhat immune to it over the years due to constant exposure, and rarely took her actual form of a buxom female, usually shifting around as the shadow of various objects.

She suddenly found herself in the middle of..somewhere. And in bright sun-light. This caused her to let out a screech of pain, scrambling for any darkness there is.

[Gollee]

"I know a good amount of the magic of the natural world, but sorcery is not something I ha-" Inis leapt a clear three feet in the air as an inhuman screech echoed across the plain.

[Kerbal22]

Alexis had found shelter under a tree, a rather small one at that, and she looked about wildly. "Where in seven hells am i?!" she exclaims, looking around, barely any details actually visible aside from a pair of amber eyes.

[Valkrae]

In response to the ungodly screech, you might begin to hear what sounds to be a roar coming from the mountains. It is low and guttural. It would most certainly instill fear in all who hear it, or at least some sense of wary. The ground below you would shake, and a black dot would slowly begin to rise from the range.

[Gollee]

Inis stares at the shadowy figure, "I... guess you should probably come to the village too... As far as I can tell, none of us know where we are, and I think you might have woken something up..."

[Kerbal22]

Alexis did not dare leave the shade of the tree, it was painful. Very painful. "Are you..insane?! It'll kill me! Bright light, that is!" she exclaims, waving her hands around like a angry Italian to prove her point. In truth, Alexis was scared absolutely shitless, from suddenly being in direct sunlight to hearing that thing roar.