CptNemo
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That's what your mom said.
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Post by CptNemo on Jan 3, 2006 18:34:21 GMT -5
The year is 3905 and the Dark Lords of the Legio are gathering again; this time to finish where they had left off four hundreds years previous. The seemingly invincible force gathered before fell short of its ultimate goals, and one by one the kingdoms and provinces of Men united to push them back into the Dark Lands.
They did not admit defeat, far from it. Just a temporary setback, and now four hundred years later, the armies of darkness gather once again at the borders of the civilized world, ready for the final push. They are not the same, however.
Both sides were extremely resilient, and a race to arms and technology quickly went underway. From the dark lands the Legio bred nastier war machines than ever before. These new beasts, Garteeth, Kerrods, and others of the like march from the black forests and mountains, hulking along the landscape with their riders sitting high on their twisted backs. Soldiers are equipped with the fiercest weapons the smiths of Agon-Dune can produce while the Black Magics are studied and learned to a level none has reached before.
The Race of Men have not simply sat idle, waiting for their doom. They too went to the mines and scholars, and produce massive war machines and tame new animals from distant jungles. The art of blasting powder has been refined and specialist soldiers now carry thunder sticks. Recent skirmishes prove them to be inaccurate at range, but still carry enormous energy. Cities have been rebuilt, bigger and more majestic than ever before. Theirs walls are twice as thick, and the Human will to survive thrice that.
No, it appears that the coming turmoil will decide the fate of us all. The efforts to produce such armies have never been seen before on such a size, and the battles to come likewise. In this hour of darkness, every soldier, every man, every beast waits for the command. And when it begins, the war that ensues will not end until the other is completely destroyed.
And you may ask, what has become of our heroes? Well, they are still here. Each one is no longer a minor general, but a great War Master as they are called, each one commanding thousands upon thousands of men. Yet their strong bonding in the previous wars have kept them tight knit, and they still continue to fight as a group. They are as follows: War Master Sirius, War Master Olis, War Master Victus, S’dala (Sabres old er sabre swinging maniac)
It is time my fellow warriors! The time of Men has come, and we are knocking on their gates! Let this be the last struggle! Let us raze their cities to the ground! Let us have victory!
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Post by Larke on Jan 3, 2006 19:33:31 GMT -5
To reclaim my role of Victus I shall undertake a mighty quest of arse kicking! Or I could just shout MINE!
As for the Barbarian Victus and his bear 'counterpart' Jakara, they have not sat idly by waiting for the return of the Legio. The cruel and merciless warrior spent much of his time in solitude deep in the Alhsom wastes, West of the Realms of man.
He wandered for as long as he could remember, but the sting of defeat still remained with him.
There he found a race of Nomads, they accepted him as a brother and for a while Victus found peace with his new kin. Banishing Jakara's presence to the deepest part of his soul, the days of service in the Ordio Legio were a distant memory.
Victus even found himself a beautiful wife and had several children; Victus had finally found the one thing eluding him.
As his children aged and became young men, the Nomadic peoples realised Victus had not aged since his arrival. Fearing him the Tribe demand his family flee from him, But Victus had already told them of his dark past, and they had come to grips with the man he was and the man he had become. They refused the tribes demands flatly.
When the tribe’s males confronted him, weapons at the ready Victus would not fight. Calling him a coward they retreated from his tent.
In the dead of night they returned, convinced that Victus he had placed a spell over his family. The tribal warrior set fire to Victus' tent, hacking down his family as they fled.
Finding his family slain Victus fell to his knees and wept. And then a presence he had not felt for a long time pushed at the edge of his conscience, it was Jakara.
The demon Bear coaxed Victus into letting him overtake him once more. Victus' frame exploded outwards as muscles expanded three fold, thick black hair sprouted all over his body. His hands curled into claws as razor sharp blades protruded from his finger, a pair of viciously curved horns tore they're way from his temples.
Realising what he had allowed Victus regained control of his body, but the bear’s partially materialised form remained. The Nomads fled in terror at the monstrosity before them, Victus looked down at his family once more before setting after those that had murdered them.
He stalked the tribe across the Alhsom wastes for a year. Killing the young and the women with horrifying attacks that left limps barely clinging to bodies. It wasn't until a full year had passed, and thousands on miles. That Victus murdered every single surviving member of the tribe on the eve of his family’s death.
Returning to the Dark Lands, where his brothers from the War busied themselves mustering armies Victus found himself seeking only the death of men. He had tried to live with them and failed, now he would only be happy with the entire destruction of the race.
Travelling into the depths of the dead forest Victus found and tamed the mighty Solvig; a beast six meters high and half as wide, two powerful hind legs propel the scaled behemoth forwards. Its twin heads have gaping maws large enough to swallow a horse whole.
Riding on the back of Solvig with his mighty lance at the head of the Legio as it returns to the lands of mankind, Victus eyes burn with a hatred far greater then before. The rank of War Master means little to him, neither caring nor concerned about those that run beneath his mounts feet.
Summarise, he’s ticked off two-metre tall bear man on a big arse monster with a big arse lance!
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CptNemo
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Post by CptNemo on Jan 3, 2006 19:44:10 GMT -5
Yes, one thing to remember. We are not jsut humans, we are the undead, the gifted...erm Im typing stuff atm, but perhaps Larke will type up a brief summary of what this really is.
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Post by iceblood on Jan 3, 2006 19:46:01 GMT -5
hmm this seems intresting, but i have no idea what's going on or where it takes place.
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CptNemo
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Post by CptNemo on Jan 3, 2006 19:50:25 GMT -5
Sit tight , it'll all come together soon.
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Post by Larke on Jan 4, 2006 16:11:46 GMT -5
Brief summary my arse Nemo.
The Ordio Legio (or Hated Legion) is an army of evil marching on the kingdoms of men, united out of pure hatred for man.
Under the leadership of some of the Old legio members its single goal is to smash every city to the ground, kill every human they find and drink disgusting ammounts of alcohol in the ruins of empires!
Giant Monsters as tall as the city walls are battering rams used to smash entrances inside the defences, letting the average Legio members (made up from anything from half beasts to traitorous Humans gifted with powers from Demons) brutally hack through the defenders and seize the city.
The first City to fall is that of Aesir, a city of Scholars and Engineers. But also employs some of the finest warriors Man can offer.
Now I must be off.
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Post by madlarkin on Jan 4, 2006 17:18:18 GMT -5
Hey, first off hello to everyone and thanks for letting me join, I've created a character for the story, although whether you like him or not is another thing lol.
Now I have no idea about any past history or the geography of the world we are set on, so I didnt mention any places.
Well here he is:
Balphegor
Balphegor is a Nepherim, a blood sage of eons past with an insatiable lust for the blood of mortals. His once proud and illustrious people lusted for power, and were drawn into the deceitful web of a savage demon, which cursed the race with the Thirst.
He remains as one of the only Nepherim left in existence, and has until recently been in a deep slumber in the dark corners of the world. Upon his awakening, Balphegor was a particularly weak and emaciated individual, having been deprived of feeding for over four centuries.
Balphegor has awoken into a new and changed world, rife with mortals and ready for war of epic proportions. Sensing the malevolent presence of the Ordio Legio, Balphegor was drawn to their ranks and took up arms alongside them, teaching the ways of the bloodsage to a horde of malicious beings who swore allegiance to him.
Riding his Demisaar (a huge winged beast with an oily black pelt and razor sharp claws, wings and teeth) into battle, Balphegor is clad in a suit of dark red armour, and carries the deadly scythe Garlash, the last remaining artifact of the Nepherim people.
The feast is about to begin…
Yeah I know he sounds like a ripoff of about a million other things, but hey, I'm no good at originality.
Well, see you guys around!
Larkin
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Post by iceblood on Jan 5, 2006 19:27:26 GMT -5
hmmm, ok i know little more know and wish to join, but i was wondering if i could be neutral, basicaly against the Ordio Legio but not with the other side, he would be kind of a mutated human that hates the ones that did it to him. i might wait a while to join, to gain some more info.
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Post by Larke on Jan 5, 2006 19:34:59 GMT -5
Mutations are either visited on a person becuase they have sworn fealty to the Legio and its dark masters, or they are extremely unlucky. Although you could run with the plot of a lad who's villiage or such was raided, leaving the population hideously mutated.
As for against the Legion but not with the humans (who would look at you as a legio member anyway) thats a toughy. Your mighty welcome to at any rate.
Perhaps specify some points of interest you want to know, and we can make some fluff up about it. We pretty much add to the world as we go at any rate.
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Post by Jerok on Jan 6, 2006 21:37:35 GMT -5
Oi! The Lord of the Begining Times is BACK! H'ok, so....
Largo Forte was left in the final ruins when the Ordo Legio was beaten. He was captured by men, and sent to their prisons. He was tortured, nearly for a century, but to no avail. His demise had swept over him again and again, and the pains from the torture only left him with less of a heart. He then sat in the dungeons of man for three centuries. They could not believe he was still alive, and over time he was forgotten in the darkest depths of the oldest fortress known to man. Over time he regained most of his sanity, although he had lost his most of his powers given to him by the Legio. Finally, as his strength grew, even without food or drink, he was able to free himself from the rusted bars that had kept him caged in. At this time, a pair of children were exploring the depths of the Fortress, as the prisons were no longer used for criminals. He waited in his dark cell as they passed by. He took his time, nearly three days, stalking them through the old catacolms(sp?), not letting them leave because of their fright of the thing in the dark. He took them hostage, killing them, and ate them raw. He had had no sustenance for more than 250 years, and with the taste of blood came the hunger. He raised hell in the fortress, and over a decade destroyed it form the bottom up. He was called the Prison Shriek, for he would always strike from the bowels of the fortress, on the women and children of the nobles and peasants alike, leaving their remainsmangled and torn, notifying that he had killed another with a blood curdling screetch. He learned the passages of the Fortress, and was able to find secret ways into the Libraries and Armouries. Over thirty years he spent, reading books he stole, ripping out pages he found useful, and then leaving their burnt husks outside the Kings door. He compiled everything he needed, and raided the armoury. Armed with both a long and short bow, along with a pair of daggers and an ornate sword that was inscribed with a foreign language. That language, he had read, was that of the Daemonica Forces, and knew it referred to those of the original Ordio Legio. Finally he took his revenge, slaughtering all in the fortress. He took their strongest riding beast, a mighty dwarf drake, and rode to join his old companions of the Legio. His mind warped, he did not remember all of his past, but took back his view on killing after his massacre in the fortress. Death was a work of art. To kill swiftly and deftly was to rule the battlefield, and also to make a work of art. He trained with the long scimitar, and joined back with the Legio while they began their tredge toward the lands of the Humans.
As I assume we're making everything up as we go, I have the dwarf-drake.
A drake is a dragon with no wings, but is still to ferocious and large that they are not trained without the knowledge of Majik, an ancient form of VooDoo. The dwarf-drake, on the other hand, is about a quarter of the size of a normal drake, and about three metres taller than a horse. It is able to be trained after much hardship from a master of animals. Armed with a long, scaly tail and teeth large enough to be short swords, this beast's last strength is it's capacity to eat rocks, and after they sit for an amount of time in its stumache, shoot them back out as flaming balls at an enemy. Largo rides a green Dwarf-Drake to battle, and has spurred it to savagery.
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anarchyangel
Corporal
Being Bloodthirsty is like filling your mouth with salt...
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Post by anarchyangel on Jan 7, 2006 18:54:58 GMT -5
This seems like a really cool group story, so hopefully no one will mind me partaking in it. I've read the fluff,characters above, and the story thus far though I'm still fairly uncertain of the geograthy and concept of the world. Anyways, this is the character I came up with and I hope its OK for this GS Bane is a centaur, a massive one from a particular breed known as the superbaal. Once a peaceful creature of the far away forests, he was captured by a circus gang as a curiosity. A freak. For twenty years they paraded him in chains, throwing him into pits to fight until, one day, he was injured so close to death, they abandoned him. They dragged him to a nearby cursed river and left him on its slimy, decaying banks.Painfully, Bane pulled his shattered body by his fearsomely strong arms into the dark waters - and there, trying to drown himself to stop the suffering, he found something new. Hatred. And in the cursed waters, as he sank - his body letting tendrils of blood into the water - a presence found him. A deamon spawn with no name. Instead of letting him drown, the beast sensed Bane's anger and torment and it brought him to the surface and laid him on the bank again. It tore open Bane's throat with fanged jaws, and as he choked and death closed in, it cast a spell - bringing Bane back to the living, but not as what he was before. his injuries mended in seconds, his black fur sewing together string-like until no mark was left. His skin turned pale and bloodless and he was wracked with tremors as spines arched out from his shoulders and his canines became more prominently long. He passed out, and upon awakening the deamon was gone and bloodlust had replaced him. Unquenchable bloodlust. Drinking the blood of straying children and mercenaries, Bane found the group one night and, with his newfound strength and ferocity, he tore them apart. One by one, slaughtering them with his bare hands. When he finished with them, he left to the black forests; wanting to learn to destroy with his formidable, vampiric body. A century passed, filled with bloodshed and bitterness for Bane; a life killing everything to quench the unquenchable hate and bloodlust he retained. And now, as the call to arms arises for the Ordio Legio; he comes forth from the dark swamps and trees of the forest. A far cry from what he was as a young Superbaal and ready to destroy all those who would have seeked to call him a freak and amusement among the lands of men. Bane is almost four metres tall and clad in black chainmail and steel, though he leaves his shoulders bare to display the arching spines upon them. His face is humanlike but beastial, and his hair and pelt is black though his skin is pale white, marbelled by blue veins. He wields a greatsword, fondly nicknamed Ironcutter, and when wielded by him, he channels vampiric power into it; draining life from those it strikes and increasing his frenzy and strength.
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Post by Jerok on Jan 7, 2006 19:36:25 GMT -5
As far asd I know, we're just making all places up as we go. Along with races, war machines, animals etc. etc.
Oh yah, good character.
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Sephiroth
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Evil, Killing ,Death ,Decay, Just Another Working Day
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Post by Sephiroth on Jan 8, 2006 19:39:54 GMT -5
Seph
Seph was once at the war god’s side doing his deeds and leading his army’s. His body trained and tailored by the gods to make him a perfect specimen for slaughtering beasts and men alike, having the god of war gifting him with incredibly strength that he no’s not the limit yet. Butchering all that fell in his path with what ever weapons he laid his hands on seph quickly became feared throughout the men in witch he served and fought alike. he became so attune to war he saw others as nothing there faces that once moaned in agony had became blared and the moans and cry’s music to compliment his actions entering him into a blind rage in every bout killing even his own if before his blades once in the frenzy of battle. He was so obsessed with his own ability’s he saw himself as a god himself discarding his armor and baring war paint symbolizing his greatness and no man dared to oppose his claim of immortality.
One mission changed him forever, he was sent to wipe out a group of heretics toward the war god in a small discreet village and he was to repay his debt to the god for his gifts by for filling the task alone. Seph strode forward into the village with a ice stare on his face as men dared to attack charging with what weapons they had, Seph tore the men to shreds as there blood hit his face he entered a blind rage burning and killing all that laid before him head towards the temple at the end of the village he smashed the great doors down with one blow and slaughtered all priests, women and children like cattle as the body’s laid before his feet the rage slipped away and devastation took over for he realized what he had done the body’s before him were that of his wife and child. That day he swore he would find away to kill all of those who worshiped him and has laid dormant in Aesir waiting for the right time to strike back and oppose a god
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anarchyangel
Corporal
Being Bloodthirsty is like filling your mouth with salt...
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Post by anarchyangel on Jan 8, 2006 20:50:33 GMT -5
w00t! we've got a hero on the good side, this should make things more interesting
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Post by Larke on Jan 8, 2006 20:54:45 GMT -5
From my understandings of communicating with Seph, his character is intending to join the Legion.
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