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Fight for Life (Open RP)
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Post by
oneforthemoney
“One, two, three four five, I wonder which of them will survive,” the man in black sang, several purple orbs spinning through his hands and coming to rest in the dead space of the room, suspended in the air through unseen strings amongst a hundred other orbs of their kind. Faust tapped his chin with the gem atop his walking stick as he slowly wandered amongst the orbs, his eyes flashing to them while an ever present grin danced upon his face.
There was no floor upon which he walked. Instead, the vision of a ruined orcish town from the days of the old Horde rose around his feet. Silos lay fallen like toppled trees, a barracks sagged on ancient timbers, hovels with caved in walls and roofs littered the stony grey landscape, beached ships lying scattered about like wounded birds, sails ragged and weak, and a ravaged dock hanged over the void which was the nether. The vision beneath Faust’s feet was cut at the towns borders, for the village was not connected to any large land mass. It sat in space, but one of the many pieces of Draenor cast adrift in the void of the nether at that worlds end.
“Hmmm…I’m going to bet…there!” he cried, pointing the end of his cane at the vision of the disheveled farms and silos. “Yes…that’s where most of them are going to die. They’ll probably try looking for food there. Oh, but maybe the barracks,” he continued, pointing at the ruined building. “Yes, they might try to make a stand there! Or maybe the docks, or the ships, or…” he trailed off, and then suddenly laughed uproariously. “Oh, who am I kidding? They’re going to be dying everywhere!” Still cackling with undisguised mirth, he threw himself back, and onto a chair which formed itself from the thick black smoke which encroached upon the room.
“Ahaha, aha, ahhh…oh, I kill myself. Now," Faust began, pointing his cane at the scene before him, "time to wake up our players!”
With a resounding crack, the orbs which lay suspended in the air shattered like glass, their glittering remains descending upon the town below.
The name is a holder until I think of something better.
This is an open RP and something of a cross between Killing Games and Caedes Arena. Namely, that people will be trying to kill each other, but that the island mentioned before will be the open battleground to do so in. The only rules are, of course, no god-moding, and no characters with earth-shattering abilities or story breaking powers that would make them impossible to kill. There is no limit to how many characters you can bring in, though it may prove difficult to keep track.
Characters can be with their families or allies, but if there's more than two it will become quite difficult for them for reasons which will be explained.
Also, keep in mind that it’s up to the player for their character’s deaths. Communication is going to be key here.
Address any other questions to the Q&A.
Enjoy.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Zeeta Bladebreaker
Location:
Inn of Last Refuge
Zeeta woke with a start, her green hand already at the large axe upon her armoured back before she had a chance to look around. What the orc saw was not encouraging. She was in the common room of a large inn, that much she could see, with decrepit, ancient tables and chairs scattered about. A small dingy bar squatted in the corner, a single shot glass and musty bottle upon it. The doors and windows were nailed and bolted shut, several small lamps hanging from the ceiling emitting a strange purple glow which was all that lit the room.
She quickly searched her foggy mind, trying to recall how she could have come here. The last thing she remembered was being back in Orgrimmar, on patrol when she heard a sharp whistle from behind. When she had turned about there had been a purple flash, then darkness. She narrowed her eyes slowly at the lamps hanging from the ceiling, emitting a similar if fainter light.
It was then she realized she was not alone.
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Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Zeeta Bladebreaker
Location:
Inn of Last Refuge
Zeeta rose to her feet, eying the two who had just awoken. "Who the fel are you? Did you bring me here?"
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Morec, House of Rivendare
Location: Boathouse, The Docks
Morec's eyes flashed open with a start, and he immediately activated a wave of antimagic to dissapate the arcane prison he was held in. He fell to the ground, and slowly pull himself upright. He felt sick; not physically ill, at least no in the mortal sense - he
was
dead of course - but physically ill as the result of magic. Not like withdrawal, no, he was not that weak, but... as if the magic had been been encased in had touched and infected his very spirit.
Thankfully, the feeing was quickly vanishing... But where was he?
"Fal'uci, Voyd, Fright, Ras." No reply from any of his underlings. And that was not all; he now realized that both Armageddon and his spell tome were missing. He scowled as he tore the shack apart, looking for any trace of them, but to no avail. With a snarl he burst out of the shack and looked around, holding a machete that he had found during his search of the shack in his right hand.
"Somebody's head will roll for this," he growled, storming forward to find some sign of life.
Post by
Persen
Leera Fenwich
Lighthouse, The Docks
Leera's eyes shot open. She was staring up at a rough timber roof. She sighed.
She rose slowly. She had no idea of where she was or how she had gotten there. She wasn't in control. She eyed her surroundings. A very large fireplace in the middle of a wooden platform. She slowly walked over to the edge of the platform, and looked over it. A shattered landscape presented itself.
She walked around the platform and found a ladder. She muttered something, and began to climb down. When at the bottom, she looked around again. The bizarre surroundings could only mean that someone, or something, had displaced her into a shattered piece of land somewhere in the Twisting Nether.
Then, her vision turned black again and she fell to the ground, unconscious.
Post by
Atik
Andrew Stone
The Toppled Silos
The boy groaned in pain. Everything hurt, and he had no idea why. He opened his eyes, not actually seeing anything at first. Blackness covered his vision, his surroundings little more than blurry shapes. Small points stuck up close to his face, a pile of hay he had found himself laying in.
Andrew blinked, wondering why it was so dark. Was he in a barn perhaps? No, that didn't make any sense. How would he have gotten there?
The mage slowly sat up, his long blue cloak felt dirty and wrinkled as he ran his hand along it. Rips here and there, from unknown sources. He could only imagine he had fallen, as he glanced upwards.
A faint light source, in the distance, was up and ahead of him, lighting up some of the surrounding area and alloying his eyes to take in its magically mundane source of sight.
Shapes defined themselves, and he realized he was inside. The walls curved, forming a giant circle around him. The floor curved as well, away from him and up towards the light.
It looked as if her was inside a silo, one the had fallen over onto its side. Andrew glanced around for a moment. "Help?" He called out, hoping his voice would be carried far enough for someone to hear.
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Sephra Sauvé
Location:
Fallen Silos
Awakening in the strange realm in which she was had been quite the experience for the young troll. She had no recollection of falling asleep, but that she had there was no question. Where she was, of course, was of no small mystery. She was far from the jungles of Strangelthorn, that much was assured. The sky was a sickly shade of purple and black, the ground beneath her was barren and scoured, and her mystification only continued to grow as she gradually began to explore her surroundings. She shivered in the wind which ghosted around the ruined farmlands, the various charms and fetishes she wore as earrings, neckalces, bracelets and the like rattling slightly. Her thin green and blue dress swished across the windless earth, sending up alight clouds of dust with each step. Plowed fields, like she had heard of in the human kingdoms of the north lay scattered and forgotten about her. Yes, she thought, that described this place well. Forgotten.
She started as a voice echoed hollowly from a silo she had been passing. She looked about, unsure and wary, but lacking of alternatives she pressed her ear against the wood and clay of the structure.
" 'e-ello? Someone in dere?" she hesitantly asked, looking back at the sky nervously, which had begun to churn and stretch into a single focal point.
Character:
Zeeta Bladebreaker
Location:
Inn of Last Refuge
Zeeta was about to issue further demands when the shot glass on the bar rattled and jumped.
Post by
Atik
Andrew Stone
The Toppled Silos
Andrew paused, listening as the accented voice echoed around him. "Yeah! I need some help, think I fell in here somehow."
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Sephra Sauvé
Location:
Fallen Silos
"Umm..." Sephra took a step back, eying the building cautiously. "...Is dere a door or somet'ing in dere, mon?"
Post by
Atik
Andrew Stone
The Toppled Silos
"It's... too dark for me to tell." Andrew stated, looking around. "There's an opening, but I think it's too high up for me to climb to." He said.
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Post by
Persen
Leera Fenwick
The Docks
Half an hour or so later, Leera stirred from her unconsciousness. She found herself lying on the ground, face down, with a throbbing headache and a lump at the back of her head. Her assailant was nowhere to be found.
She got up slowly. Dizzily she supported herself on a nearby timber, blinking and trying to discern her surroundings. She was still at the strange place with the outlandish sky. She remembered the lighthouse.
A short distance away there seemed to be a boathouse of sorts. Of course, there was no water... but a boathouse it was nontheless. She took a few stumbling steps in that direction, uncertain of why. She stopped, shook her head to cast off the dizziness, and then continued walking.
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Morec, House of Rivendare
Location: Boathouse, The Docks
Morec saw someone approaching and pointed his machete towards them. "Come any closer and I'll rot you where you stand," he said, and then demanded; "Who are you and what is this place?"
Character:
Araia Flameleaf
Location: Fallen Silos
Araia awoke with a start and bolted upright. Where was she? How did she get here? Was... was this the work of the Circle?
She looked around her, trying to recognize some landmark, some folliage that would tell her where she was. She could not recognize anything of hte sort.
"Hello?" she called out. "Is anyone there?"
Post by
oneforthemoney
Character:
Sephra Sauvé
Location:
Fallen Silos
Sephra looked at the silo, grimacing slightly in thought. The wood was rotten and the clay was beginning to flake and crack. She scraped a hand across the surface, pieces of the wall crumbling off at the motion.
"I be t'inkin' da walls be weak, mon. Can probably break eet open," she said.
Character:
Zeeta Bladebreaker
Location:
Inn of Last Refuge
The shot glass jumped and shook, orange and purple sparks beginning to jerk and jolt out of it.
Zeeta's eyes widened at the sight and she shot to her feet, the tall battleaxe finding itself in her hands.
Post by
Persen
Leera Fenwick
The Docks
"A forsaken threatening to rot me?" Leera thought surprisedly - and half amusedly - but halted as commanded. "I'm nobody in particular," her melodious voice replied to the undead in a conversational tone, perfectly disguising her loathing of him and his kind. She looked up without moving her head, continuing: "and don't you recognize the sky?"
Post by
Morec0
Character:
Morec, House of Rivendare
Location: Boathouse, The Docks
Morec looked up, taking in the sky. He grimaced.
"I've never been to Outland," he replied. "And, to be honest, based on the stories I've heard I had expected to see Sargeras' face looking down at us." He did not lower his weapon. "So tell me, Nobody In Particular, how did you get here?"
Character:
Araia Flameleaf
Location: Fallen Silos
Araia stumbled away from the broken silos, looking up at the sky. Hellish, desolate, she had heard stories amongst the Cenarion Circle, but... Was this Outland? Draenor? The former home of the orcs turned into a desolate nightmare? H-... How had she gotten here?
"Hello?" she cried out again, more urgently this time. "Is anyone out there? Anyone?"
Post by
Persen
Leera Fenwick
The Docks
"Same as you, I would guess; I woke up here. How I was
transported
I have no idea. Presumably teleportation," she stated quite obviously.
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