Odio Legio: The Fluff Stuff

[CptNemo]

Here I've put togther (and still adding) things to the fluff, such as weapons, races, beasts, anything to everything basically. Feel free to add any origanal thoughts you may have .

The Fluff Stuff:

Endless Fire: A very unique substance that is fresh of the workbenches. Human scholars accidentally tripped on the discovery whilst trying to invent a better tar for barrel making and the like. The monarchs quickly added this mysterious substance to their arsenal and have been testing it, refining it. Nobody knows how it will prove in battle.

Fowls: A larger plains animal with bird like qualities taken from the Eastern side of the Human lands. They stand on stilt like legs at about seven feet (little more than two meters?), and have stubby wings that have been out of use for eons. A bulbous and powerful beak allows them to hunt down smaller game, using them to crush bones with ease, while their talons can dig for insect hives. They are extremely tough birds with thick coats of feathers on the back and side, and plushy white down on the breasts. Fowls are known to take multiple arrows without losing any strength.

As you can see, the Humans were quick to tame these powerful birds. They are populous, allowing for thousands of mounted soldiers, and give greater endurance, strength, and speed than horses. The rider often wields a long spear with smaller arms for back up. This new cavalry can sweep a flank in minutes, and quickly turn the battle, no matter of the enemy’s size.

[tombxlordxsabre]

Saved this passage from the old story, if anyone wants to look, maybe jog your memory a bit.

Sirius bounded down the stairs into the great hall. Everyone stopped what they were doing and turned their gazes to him.

“We shall hold here for the night!” he announced. “The inner city falls in the morning!”

The twenty or so men threw up a faint cheer. Most went off into adjoining chambers to rest, but Olis, Sirius, and S’dala stayed in the chamber.

S’dala threw his travel cloak down, and began taking off his Daemon Chain and the fine silk shirt underneath. Olis and Sirius looked curiously at him.

“It offers me more freedom of movement,” he grunted as he began a stunning series of sabre exercises. Then he noticed their stares were directed at something completely different.

“What’s that?” breathed Sirius, pointing at a deep red scar that ran from S’dala’s armpit all the way to his hip. It flashed by as the Lord of Sabres spun into a dazzling spin move.

“Haven’t you ever seen a Demon Scar before?” Olis cocked an eyebrow as Sirius shook his head. “Only a Greater Demon has the ability to inflict such a grievous wound. It is fatal to most mortals, even Truebloods. Any time a daemon presence is near the scar burns fiercely.”

“How did you get that, then?” Sirius called. He was certain the imaginary opponent S’dala was dueling would’ve been sliced to bloody ribbons by now. The cold steel of his sabres shone with an inner red-orange light.

S’dala slowed his pace fractionally to answer, rivulets of sweat running down his body. “The Daemon Chain, you know of its properties? Then you know that only a great arch mage or demon could forge such an item. I happened to hear about the Chain from a man in a tavern. It was in the hands of a demon named Nar’kanth, its maker. I hired a mage to create a portal to Nar’kanth and killed the demon. Unfortunately- obviously, I did not get away unscathed.”

The two gaped openly at S’dala now; Sirius had to forcibly think about shutting his jaw.

“You killed a Greater Demon. That is quite impressive, my friend.” Victis had just returned from the kitchen in time to hear the latter part of S’dala’s tale. “And let me express my thanks that you are on our ally and not our enemy.”

“Here, here!” seconded Sirius, laughing (if somewhat nervously).

“I am afraid you would think me near invincible, friends. Unfortunately, you have not heard all there is to be known of Demon Scars,” S’dala had stopped his exercises and sheathed his blades. “Not only does it burn physically when I come into contact with demons, but it also burns away my very soul. I have come across one demon, a lesser imp, and was nearly killed. I was lucky, yes lucky, that it grew bored of me and left me to die. I don’t believe I could stand up to any demons now, let alone face Nar’kanth again. So, I prefer more…. suitable prey.” He grinned wolfishly.

Olis was rather unnerved. It was the first time he had seen the Dius smile and he wasn’t entirely sure he liked it.

“Care for some chicken?” offered Victis to the group.

[Larke]

The collapse of the Ordio Legio

At the height of the first War against the fractured Empires of Man, A young Prince united the faltering armies of man.

Repeling the ranks of undead and traitors from the walls of Caliburn, Prince Evraine led a counter-attack deep into the heart of the Legio's encampment. He and his Knights smashed into the Duis tents, slaughtering the Seers and the oldest of the corrupted Truebloods. Evraine quickly retreated and left his enemies to squable among themselves.

Seizing their chance the Traitorous Humans of the Legio killed many of the Duis and took control of the Legion. Those who did not swear loyalty were dispatched with little remorse.

Realising they cannot win against the Humans the Ordio Legio marches back to the Dark Lands with a burning hatred in their black hearts.

[CptNemo]

The Background:

In the beginning, the Gods of Men set them down in a peaceful, lush valley where they prospered from the mighty forests that surrounded them. The first humans would later be known as True Blood, the crafters of reality. With ease, and a bit of energy, they crafter the world around them; the spires of great cities, the forges for their guard, the homes for their peoples.

But one must understand that not every human was lucky enough to be blessed with this gift. The one that did lived, on today’s scale, extremely long lives, perhaps even thousands of years. But as the generations passed, the power of the people slowly drained. Very few are the numbers of True Bloods. Many may show hints of the ruinous powers, but nothing that is worth mentioning. You will know a True Blood when you see one, its just a feeling you get when you are in their presence. They are not, however, to be underestimated. Their powers are by far the greatest any being could possess, save for the daemons (which I will explain later).

As time went on, some fell victim to the dark magics. Magics that were to do harm, or evil as you might say. These True Bloods became sick and twisted, their minds slowly rotting into madness. These became known as the Duis. They were drove out by the True Bloods, if not killed. Many fled west into the forests and mountain ranges to live in privacy. In time though, the lands they inhabited became just as sick and twisted as themselves. Trees turned to dead husks, but some species such as the evergreen family still remained for unknown reasons. It is a grim place to be; gloomy and haunted by the souls taken their. In this land, the dead are very much alive.

In their underground forges, the powerful Duis created daemon spawn. Helpless souls of animals and humans alike were poured into one, and slowly the twisted forms developed into wicked creatures. Each one is unique in its own powers and strengths, but they are all essentially the same: killing machines. But these are very rare, rarer than the masters that created them. If any mortal wishes to come face to face with one, he better have his will ready.

[Grim]

Do we still have the original characters bios any where? if so post up a link or copy and paste them in!

the Re-awakening has begun!

Grim

[CptNemo]

meh, i wish lol. everything was deleted and ive changed computers a few times.

[Grim]

lucky i still remember about 90% of my old character then aint it lol. and where my promotion eh lol.

[remerez]

Right, I'm here. You happy now! Give me a day or two to come up with something (I, like grim, don't have any of the stuff from before).

[Larke]

Thats no excuse you bearded lady! We just remembered this off the top of your heads, Your Character was Olis. A plague ridden nasty chap.

[CptNemo]

yeah fo real, i wrote everything up here in like 10 minutes time! Theres no excuse for it you bloody goat!

[Jerok]

Here's some stuff I came up with for largo and his 'Seige Company'.

Fire Ballista

Crew: 2 Man-sized, 1 Ogre-sized
Fires: Two meter- Ballista Bolts w/ hollow Iron arrowheads filled with tar.
Picture: See Dark Elf Repeater Bolthrower

Crewed by a pair of soldiers of the Ordio, the Fire Ballista works as any other would. An Ogre-sized beast carries around the ammo for it, and also provides transportation for the ballista itself. One of the crew aims and fires the Ballista, while the other re-arms it and lights the bolts. The strength of the Ballista allows it to fire 6 bolts at a time over 500 yards. The most important part of the device is the bolts on impact. One of two things may happen when a bolt is finally stopped. It’s end will either burst, the tar oozing out onto it’s surroundings, and the fire-encased bolt lighting the tar. Or the tip will not burst, leaving the burning bolt until the fire reaches the tip, heating the end until the boiling tar bursts it’s iron shell, spewing red-hot iron shards and burning tar in all directions.

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.

[anarchyangel]

This is just some fluff mostly related to my character, but I decided it would be wise to post it anyway. I might get a group of centaurs under the leadership of Bane, so I thought I'd clarify the three kinds of centaur I'm going to use.

Vimbaal: These centaurs are found in many natural habitats and are the most common of centaurs. They are light and strong, with instincts as wild and untamable as mustangs. They make terrific cavalry but do not take easily to being ordered around, usually they have heated tempers and brawls are not uncommon amongst them.

Tierbaal: A strange breed of centaur, these eerie beasts are always white in coloration; usually with strange markings in red or brown hues. Known as druids, the Tierbaal have mastered the use of expending energy to control nature. Wolves and ravens flock to their side and roots twist and coil to their will. Though rare among Vimbaal, they are extremely rare in the Superbaal gene.

Superbaal: The largest and toughest of centuars, the Superbaal are massive creatures of muscle, bone and intelligence. Unlike the Vimbaal, who are very instinctive in nature, the Superbaal actually possess great cunning and brainpower; allowing them to master all kind of studies rather than just learn the rudimentary basics.

anyone is welcome to use these centaur examples if they want

[tombxlordxsabre]

Superbaals? Haha, just sounds amusing...

[anarchyangel]

pronounced

Soo-per-bails,

just for your sake Saber

[Larke]

The Dark Lands[/b]

Home to the Ordio Legio and every other creature of malice and hatred. To be short, it is a land of evil. Rivers of blood run along its blackened surface, as though veins the land. Mountains and hills dot the landscape, used as Fortresses and Barrows for the undead and living alike.

The Dead Lands[/b]

The earth is soaked with the blood of countless beings, all victims of the Ordio Legio's first attempt at wiping Mankind from the world. As a result of the epic battles that took place, battles between spirits of good and evil relive the final days of the war. Cursed to forever play out their deaths on the open fields and through abbandoned cities. Nothing lives in the Dead Lands, as humanity gave up their holdings, Cestmir and the Bastion of Caliburn in the West not to the Ordio Legio, but to the ghosts of the past.


The Cities of Man

Keeping to the great River Irgaine mankind rebuilt their cities over the four hundred years between attacks. Aesir, Idor, Jio, Lucis, Kemperbad and the Fortress of Evraine. The resting place of the Savior of Man.