Reign of the Elven Tyrants
Some ideas have been floating round in my head, so I thought I'd just make an RP on some of those ideas, concerning a slightly vaguely thought up fantasy world.
In the world of Shaenar, a world of vast kingdoms, empires and magic, as well as ancient, long-forgotten ruins occupied by beings most ancient; a war is coming… a war between races young and old - between Kingdoms and Empires, between man and Elf. A future of blood and death, of chaos and destruction.
The kingdoms and empires of the elves have reigned supreme for countless millennia, with the occasional rebellion in time, by the younger race of humans. The nearest the humans came to success was long ago, and that ended amidst chaos, betrayal and slaughter. The various sub-races of the Elves scorn human gods, instead worshipping their own, whom they believe to be far superior. Some of the darker Elves practice dark sorcery and blood magic.
Now, the latest in a series of attempts by humans to achieve freedom from mistreatment and slavery, has occurred. A temple-city of the humans, known as Reu'harudan, a place that was sacked long ago by Elves, has become an organising place for humans intent in gaining some independence from their overlords. A hidden kingdom inhabiting an area few Elves have reached plots with those who dwell in Reu'haradan. As long as the elves do not know of the kingdom's existence, there still may be hope.
Elsewhere, the Elven Tyrants reign with power unchecked, and ruthlessly enslave those humans not already so. Sorcerers, warriors and mage-assassins under the command of powerful rulers possessing formidable magic of their own, are sent to bring to heel, if not kill, those humans who would seek freedom from the oppression of the Elves.
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Name: Artanthos vi Kelarian
Age: 23
Gender Male
Race: Human
Appearance:
Weapons: An enchanted bastard sword named Righteous Vengeance. Magic of several different varieties. Stuff like that.
Armour (including worn items in general): Enchanted dark plate armour, several other things of lesser note.
Biography: Born in the capital of the Greater Elven Empire, he was noted to have descended from a human noble family that was enslaved by the Elves long ago. The Elves taught him some things, but most of the time, he gradually became used to mistreatment, several particularly harrying ordeals after attempts at escape ending up creating a mix of hate and fear in regards to his opinion of the Elves. Eventually, he was reassigned to a remote part of the empire, where the Elves had sent him to do some errand. Regardless to say, the Elves accompanying him were ambushed, and although they managed to hold their own in the fight, he was taken when most of them were busy fighting. Some of the humans he accompanied taught him more of the world's situation, as the Elves had left certain things out of his education that he wasn't supposed to know. Eventually, he and the others found themselves in Reu'haradan. Mysteriously, he he felt an urge to travel through a certain uninhabited temple in the city, which descended deep underground.
Corridors long unseen were walked once more. and he found a room with a plethora of strange glyphs covering the walls. They began to glow when he entered, and he felt something happening. Knowledge, seemingly of someone tantalisingly familiar yet different at the same time, filled his head. Before him an ancient hand-and-a-half sword of an unknown metal had appeared, as well as a set of black plate armour. Among other things, the knowledge that had entered his head told him that he was the reincarnation of a human warrior-sorcerer from long ago, a man named Icarium Nebrahl, and who had led a coalition of several rapidly formed kingdoms and empires against the Elves, hundreds of thousands of years ago.
He had come the closest to freeing humans of their tyranny, yet those aligned to him were gradually enslaved or killed. Blood magic was used on some of his closest lieutenants, and the person closest to him turned on him, even as Elves swarmed the last city, Val Erain, of the kingdom that he ruled- Kas Ehraldin, and laid waste to all that was contained there in. That was when the man known as Icarium died, confronted by those who betrayed him, and those who would go to any length to ensure that humans remained in their position. The enchanted black armour was what Icarium had once worn, and the sword- Righteous Vengeance, was the blade that he had used. He likewise possessed new, unnatural powers.
Armed and armoured, both physically and mentally, he returned to the surface, and has intentions of beginning a new age for humanity, an age in which humans would not have to suffer under the Elves any longer. Among other things, he has sent assassins to kill Elven officials, though that's not always as effective as he might want.
Name: Ryllandaras Pharazôn, King of the Galayn
Age: Unknown, an extremely long time ago, though.
Gender: Male
Race:Galayn demon
Appearance:
Weapons: A massive double edged axe, and a segmented bone whipsword of similar size. Sorcerously bound weapons, other things of that nature.
Armour (including worn items in general): Demonic armour forged of an incredibly resilient metal forged by another race of demons when in human form. Doesn't need it in Demon form or dragon form, though it can change shape and size to encase those forms too.
Biography: Born aeons ago, not long after Light was first birthed, one of the oldest demons of the race of Galayn, he rules the race in Aral Gamaleon the realm of demons. He was of the great princes of that race, and grew more powerful through means both subtle, and less so. He schemed, and fought his way to supremacy, before killing off the other Galayn demon princes and lords who could not stomach the fact that he ruled over them. As was his right, he proclaimed himself the king and lord of all Galayn. Ryllandaras waged many wars upon other demonic races within the realm of demons, sometimes severely weakening if not wiping out other races as he and the Galayn expanded their grip in the realm of demons, becoming one of he most powerful races within that world. He travelled to other planes of existence from time to time too, often with aims of gaining more power, or simply for the sake of spilling blood.
He occasionally ended up fighting beings that were more than his match, and gained a new-found respect for such beings- though also some degree of hate and other things, who in his travails, were few and far between. Was perhaps once trapped in an ancient crystal city called Tanelorn, which was a strange place somehow isolated from space and time once entered, and all manner of powerful beings resided there, some of those powerful enough to make trouble for a demon lord and perhaps bring Ryllandaras into a bad situation. Needless to say, he eventually escaped, though that's a long story. He returned to travelling between plane, the last such battle having occurred a few thousand years ago against several gods, and which resulted in him being cast unexpectedly into this world, weakened and trapped inside a sorcerously warded temple to one of those gods. It is only recently that he was freed, and Ryllandaras cares little about whether his next foe is Elf or human. He sometimes exhibits more caution that is necessary as a result of previous debacles, and has certain strange "states" he enters. He possesses a lust for power and bloodshed that has been sated little, and seeks to find something to quench that thirst in due time. He may have a lust for some other things, too, but that's another story. He may also be the one behind gateways opening up into the mortal world, bringing in demons of various races into this world, for the purposes of invasion.
Name: Dalvarien Mandragoran
Age: Presumably several millennia old.
Gender: Male
Race: Human (Kinda, though he's not really, any more. Quite a bit more serpentine.)
Appearance:
Weapons: A certain sword by the name Chrysaor. That's other than his magic, himself, and things he can summon up, of course.
Armour (including worn items in general): Enchanted armour made of an unknown material resembling snake scales, that can be summoned at will.
Biography: Born the first son of a powerful lord in a human empire several millennia ago, he was positively enshrouded in prophecies; some good, and some bad. All of them mentioned important events and actions. When Dalvarien was old enough to understand these things, he became a veracious reader of books of the arcane and sorcerous variety. His father told him to not believe in prophecies, and that the future is what he would forge it to be. Nonetheless, he still regarded such things as important; especially prophecies of the kind that said specific things must come to pass, and when they did, the prophecy would have become validated. Dalvarien excelled in his training, when he learnt to fight with most forms of weaponry. He most notably took to swords, soon surpassing some of the best men in the Crimson Guard- the family's elite personal army.
He often journeyed out from the family home in the fortress city of Dal Perivor, going to magical focal points- places of power, and various ancient temples, tombs and other things of that variety, often with magical past soaked into their very stones in various lands. He killed, planned and schemed his way to mastery of powerful magics, and when he could not gain power through those means, he befriended sorcerers, and if he could not turn on them and kill them at the last moment, then he would simply leave when they had taught him all they were prepared to. He also made deals with powerful supernatural creatures to achieve his ends, too. Dalvarien returned to Dal Perivor one time, and discovered that a sorcerer- or some other being that possessed sorcerous powers, had killed his father in an unnatural fire. In a rage, he hunted down the being and tracked it down to a chambered cairn. There, he found a strange, vaguely humanoid shadow creature. He gave it no quarter, obliterating it and the cairn in which it had inhabited with powerful sorcery. Dalvarien went back to Dal Perivor, and strengthened its magical defences greatly, as he did not wish the rest of his family to be in a similar danger. Occasionally returning to Dal Perivor, he prefers to travel around the world, occasionally with a contingent of Crimson Guard soldiers, sometimes travelling to important cities, and meeting with members of other noble families. During some of his travails he learned to shapeshift into the form of a snake, raven or a wolf, often helping in areas of travel and subterfuge. Though the serpent's nature seemed to have become more ingrained with him than the other two creatures.
Among his travels, he found the ruins of an ancient and cursed city once known as Aridhol, and more commonly known as Shadar Logoth. That name translates in an old tongue to "Place Where the Shadow Waits," or simply "The Shadow's Waiting." Dalvarien entered that place, and it changed him. He was trapped, after taking several ornate, bejewelled items of magical significance, and encountering Mashadar, the mindless, all-devouring, insidiously insane entity that dwells within the city, as well as the shades of several individuals, one of which, Jeraal Mordeth, was key in bringing the city to its doom in days long gone by. The Shadow found residence inside him, it infected him, effecting his actions, the ghost of the long-dead Mordeth partially possessing him, and effecting his thoughts, feelings and actions. Likewise, his magic was effected further, and the taint of Mashadar within him altered his mindset, and made the three forms he shapeshifts to sometimes, darker versions of those creatures, among several others. He's most suited to snakes, however. Researching immortality, his experiments brought him a way of transferring his consciousness into new bodies, preferably suitable hosts, whose powers he could take to add to his own. Their minds also became part of his, so elements of their personalities were likewise added to him. Another technique involved curse marks on specified individuals, which store a part of his consciousness,
Of course, that long-dead spirit had become insane from imprisonment by Mashadar within the ruins. Not long later, a band of adventurers from far away, who hadn't heard of the dangers of Shadar Logoth, wondered into the city's confines, and soon found tendrils of silvery-dark mist pouring towards them. Mashadar was distracted long enough seeking out this little group of hapless individuals- since none of them were Shadowspawn- dark creatures, or tainted by darkness, and thus harder to find for the seemingly mindless, yet malevolent mist-like entity known as Mashadar, and as such, Dalvarien managed to escape, though a tendril of the mist nearly got him; which could have resulted in a rather painful death. During his stay there, he had changed, physically as well as mentally. Now, he travels once more in search of power, in all manner of ways. In his quest for power and immortality, he has experimented on many, and is responsible for the disappearances of a considerable number of people of various races, humans and elves alike, the latter of which he took to regard as trash, and mostly merely tools to manipulate, and use on his way to rule the world and destroy those who oppose him. Dalvarien has bases, facilities and servants scattered in secret, all over the continents, and seeks to bring the downfall of the elves, as well as his own rule over the lands. He experimented on himself, too, and took upon himself an affinity with serpents, as well as perhaps something deeper than that....
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