Heir of the Stone King

[VoxEladrin]

One man, one hundred and seventy years ago, fought alongside his bretheren known as the Warriors of Apollyon in the Third War of the Races. He was the king of his own self built kingdom called Stonehewn, and the brother-of-the-soul to the Death Incarnate. This man was named Vox Eladrin, the Dark Flame Warrior. He was well known and well loved by his people and always fought on the side of justice. Generations later, a new Eladrin arises. Stonehewn had long since been burned down and destroyed after Vox's death and the Eladrin legacy left in only lamenting songs. This new heir is destined to rebuild his ancestor's kingdom.

Rules:
-No Spam
-No Godmodding
-Be fair to everyone
-Be at least semi-literate
-Have fun
-Respect the BF rules and regulations

Locations

Cities: Evers'ilance (where the King's palace is located.)
Evalia (a large city, second only to Evers'ilance, located out in the scenic country),
Banal (a forge city in the mountains, where iron and other minerals are mined.),
Vaestra (a city located at the peak of Slavsharda, the tallest mountain in the kingdom. This is where ALL the troops for the kingdom are trained.)
Faere (the city located in the legendary mountain of flames, Vaestranadax. Lava harvesters aren't the only things in this fiery city.)
Prisons of Shardanalia (not a true city, but a land of prisons. The harshness of the prisons depend on what crime was commited.)
Daestralai (the dock city, where all the seafood and foreign delicacies come from.)
Stonehewn (the ruins of the once great kingdom of the Eladrin family. The white marble buildings now are blackened or have dried blood on them.)
Halls of Doom (somewhere north of Stonehewn is a tomb of sorts where werewolves are born. It is used for dark rituals.)
Devaion (The city of trade, run by the Van Sagen family under a Baronship government.)

Character Sheet

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Sex:
Age:
Height:
Weight:
Description:
Personality:
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Name: Auric "Spellblade" Eladrin
Sex: Male
Age: 19
Height: 6'
Weight: 160 lbs
Description: Auric is a tall man who wears ragged, torn clothing showing his many years of exile along with his family. He has handsome features, inherent in all Eladrins and unlike his famed ancestor, he lacks any signs of scarring on his body, making him presumably "untouchable with a blade."
Personality: Auric is a chivalrous person, detesting any harm to women. He can be assertive, and if he doesn't get his way, he threatens people who disagree with him. He can be cruel to his enemies and a savior to his allies. He is also adept at persuasion.
Picture: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/61/Ulic_qel_droma.JPG

Name: Talon "Quietstorm" Griffinhart
Sex: Male
Age: Appears to be in early twenties
Height: 6' 3"
Weight: 203lbs
Description: Quietstorm is nearly an identical image of his unknown father: he stands tall and lithe, his gold-streaked silver hair setting him apart from most others. His eyes are silver and cold, eerily empty and dull, as though there is no spark of Life within them. He carries a legacy, though he, and nearly everyone else, does not realize it: he is the physical manifestation of the emotional extremes of the Final Warrior, the one that ended the Third War, leading the Warriors of Apollyon. Quietstorm has never known his "father", nor his "mother", having assumed that they perished long ago to marauding monsters or bandits; he was discovered as a child by a wandering warrior band, and grew and trained amongst them, having mastered the art of wielding two blades (as his predecessor, the Final Warrior).
Personality: Always troubled as a youth, Quietstorm swings between two emotional extremes (unbeknownst to him, they are the same ones that give him form), those of Joy and Sorrow. A single event can throw him from one to the other; unbridled happiness and inexplicable sadness. A mercenary since he was taken in by wandering warriors, Quietstorm only lives by two rules: "Everything has a price and everyone has to pays." Chivalry and courtesy come second to those two things.

Name: Aasiyah (ah-see-yah) Hazine
Sex: female
Age: 16
Height: 5'6
Weight: 110 lbs
Description: She lives as a Gypsy dancer moving from town to twon with a circus. Her love of dance compells her to be graceful and artful. Wanted by many she is known as the Lost Princess. Althoguh she may appear to be weak she is a master of the sword.
Personality:She is said to have a very stubborn perosnality but she is also very kind. She loves to dance and has a graceful nature.
Picture: http://s149.photobucket.com/albums/s...=VideoGame.jpg

 

[Final Warrior]

Name: Talon "Quietstorm" Griffinhart

Sex: Male

Age: Appears to be in early twenties

Height: 6' 3"

Weight: 203lbs

Description: Quietstorm is nearly an identical image of his unknown father: he stands tall and lithe, his gold-streaked silver hair setting him apart from most others. His eyes are silver and cold, eerily empty and dull, as though there is no spark of Life within them. He carries a legacy, though he, and nearly everyone else, does not realize it: he is the physical manifestation of the emotional extremes of the Final Warrior, the one that ended the Third War, leading the Warriors of Apollyon. Quietstorm has never known his "father", nor his "mother", having assumed that they perished long ago to marauding monsters or bandits; he was discovered as a child by a wandering warrior band, and grew and trained amongst them, having mastered the art of wielding two blades (as his predecessor, the Final Warrior).

Personality: Always troubled as a youth, Quietstorm swings between two emotional extremes (unbeknownst to him, they are the same ones that give him form), those of Joy and Sorrow. A single event can throw him from one to the other; unbridled happiness and inexplicable sadness. A mercenary since he was taken in by wandering warriors, Quietstorm only lives by two rules: "Everything has a price and everyone has to pays." Chivalry and courtesy come second to those two things.

Ah, the theoretical son of the Final Warrior and the flesh-descendant of the Dark Flame Warrior... this will be quite the RP.

-- Griffinhart

 

[VoxEladrin]

Snow covered the ice capped mountains north of Vaestranadax. A completely opposite climate to the fiery mountain and a place where the Eladrin family had fled to after Stonehewn fell. Auric lived alone in that mountain, watching over the horizon nearby. He pulled his ragged clothing closer to himself to keep warm. He hated it up here. His hand gently rested on the hilt of his slim sword at his side, Ignius.

 

[Final Warrior]

He stumbled through the drifts of snow, muttering curses under his breath. "All this... for a damned goblet?" He looked up at the sky, squiting so as to not go snow-blind. At least the Daystar seemed to be setting to the east, on his left. He hoped that he was going the right way; getting lost out up in the mountains would not hold well with his employer.

He fingered the goblet again; set with precious stones and intricate carvings, the thing was easily worth a hundred times how much he was being paid; of course, the contract denied him from taking it, and he knew better than to break the contract, or any other contract, even if it was a deal with a demon. His word was the only thing he had; it was his honor. And, as a mercenary for his entire life, his honor was his life.

The man looked up again, sighing in exasperation as he marched onwards. Curiously, no steam wreathed the air...

 

[VoxEladrin]

Auric decided to warm himself up. He put his hand over the blade of his slim sword and then closed his eyes. He reached into the soul of himself, the core of his being and chanted incantations, pulling out the element of fire from within himself. He molded the fire over the blade, making the blade become wreathed in flames. He opened his eyes and saw his work and then warmed himself up from its intense heat.

 

[Asakai-miko-Midoriko]

Name: Aasiyah (ah-see-yah) Hazine
Sex: female
Age: 16
Height: 5'6
Weight: 110 lbs
Description: She lives as a Gypsy dancer moving from town to twon with a circus. Her love of dance compells her to be graceful and artful. Wanted by many she is known as the Lost Princess. Althoguh she may appear to be weak she is a master of the sword.
Personality:She is said to have a very stubborn perosnality but she is also very kind. She loves to dance and has a graceful nature.
Picture: http://i149.photobucket.com/albums/s67/phoenixtora/Anime/VideoGame.jpg

 

[Asakai-miko-Midoriko]

"Jael when will we reach Vaestranadax?" Aasiyah shivvered pulling her shaw around her more tightly."Soon Aasi I promise!" The old man smiled callign back to her. She huddled up next to some of the other performers in the carriage. She was itchign to dance again it had been a whole week since the last town and she was dyign to see the beauty of this one.

 

[VoxEladrin]

He held the flaming sword at a standard position, making sure it was close enough that it would heat his body. He didn't know how his family lasted as long as they did up here. He wanted out of it. He wanted to leave their exile home. Now an orphan, all Auric could do now was practice his Spellblade spells.

 

[Asakai-miko-Midoriko]

Jael pulled the cariage over when he stopped a young man sitting in the snow."Young man." He spoke towards Auric."Ey young man how far to Vaestranadax from 'ere?" Jael smiled.

 

[VoxEladrin]

Auric looked up at the man steering the carriage. "The fire mountain? Why would you want to go there?" He asked, his flaming sword lowering a little bit. He couldn't see who was inside the carriage so he just addressed the driver. "That mountain is active, it's not safe to be there."

((Look up at First post for locations.))

 

[Asakai-miko-Midoriko]

"Were looking to get to Faere. Ya got to go through the mountain don't ya?"Jael smirked."I myself aren't quite familiar with this area. My circus and I are traveling through these parts for th' first time." Jael thought for a moment."You look like ya know thi' area...why don't you hop on board and guide an ol' man...there be good pay for you."

Aasiyah was getting bored. She never really liked to travel for long periods of time. She decided sleeping was better than waiting. She crawled over to the baggage area of the carriage and settled in with some of the bags falling to sleep.

 

[VoxEladrin]

He thought about it and saw this as his chance to get out of exile. "Alright, I will guide you to Faere but I still don't see why you want to go there..." He said and then climbed aboard the carriage. He removed the fire spell since there was ample heat in the carriage.

 

[Asakai-miko-Midoriko]

"We're a Circus young man. Entertainment is our concern." Jael laughed happily. He hoped back on to his seat starting the carriage off again. A lot of the gypsy girls looked at Auric giggling and flirting. The men in the carriage seemed uncaring. One of the older woman snuggled up next to Auric."Why hello there young man. What brings a handsome devil like you to us?" The woman was quite on in age maybe her early forties or so.

 

[VoxEladrin]

Auric looked around at all of the circus performers around him. "Well...I'm here to escape my Exile I guess and show the way to Faere." He said, putting a reassuring hand on the hilt of his sword. "I'm Auric." He said, he dared not use his title because he was that of minor legends now because of his ability as well as his bloodline.

 

[Asakai-miko-Midoriko]

"Ah Auric I see...my name is Madame Zeldi fortune teller of the spirits." The woman smiled."These girls over here are the Zurachi sisters...and..now where is that girl off to..." Zeldi looked around. Aasiyah yawned popping her veiled head up out of the baggage right next to Auric."...looking for something Zeldi?" She streched.

 

[VoxEladrin]

He nodded his greeting to Madame Zeldi and then he heard a woman inquiring her, he looked to see the veiled head of a woman and he smiled a greeting at her. "'Afternoon, miss. I'm Auric." He said and bowed as best he could in the cramped caravan.

 

[Vadriel]

((One question - we cool with nonhumans?))

 

[VoxEladrin]

((What kind of non human are we talking about?))

 

[Vadriel]

((Been considering a new character who's pretty much human, but he's been fighting a sort of demonic possession that's taken root in his left arm. It causes him to have a sort of shadowy double that overlays his arm, and it's manipulatable. It shifts between substantial and phantasmic, and is fairly amorphic. This allows him to use it to reach pretty far distances, grab stuff with pretty tough strength, and generally use it to his advantage. He's pretty much human, but the presence in his arm tends to warp him a bit from time to time, like it's trying to eventually take over his entire body.))

 

[VoxEladrin]

((If there's any disadvantages from the arm besides it's got a mind of its own, then sure.))