Well met, fellow adventurer! Welcome to Terra, land of discovery. Explore new lands in the name of your monarch and raise your nations banner in conquest. But the path to prestige and wealth is not for the faint of heart. Whether you explore the windswept desert, frigid tundra, tropical jungle, sunlit forest, or any of the myriad of environments, there will be friends to be made, foes to be fought, and secrets to discover. Whether you quest for gold, honor, or fame, good luck, and may the gods be with you!
The God's Hope
The God’s Hope is the bustling capital of the new world, and nearly a quarter of the great races’ population resides here. Much of The God’s Hope is still under construction, and the combined factors of limited space and a rising population result in impoverished living conditions for many the cities occupants. Thousands find themselves living in slums in the outskirts of the city, and are forced to resort to crime in order to survive. Manipulative crime bosses have wasted no time in taking advantage of these favorable conditions, and already a sizeable underworld has sprung up in the underbelly of the city. Not all of The God's Hope is corrupt, however. Temples, shops, inns, taverns, and various other buildings have been constructed, and scholars, magic-users, merchants, nobles, and adventurers meet to swap tales, and discuss politics. The famous High Council can also be found in the capital, the committee of members from every race who resolve disputes, retain order, and create and enforce laws.
Terra
Within a hundred mile radius of The God’s Hope can be found dozens of cities and towns, as well as the odd trading post or farm. The majority of Terra’s population can be found here, whether farmer, trader, or craftsperson. Many monarchs have built temporary keeps and fortresses across the land, and hundreds find work and safety within their walls. Beyond these buildings of wood and stone lies the domain of the adventurer. To the east of The God's Hope lie uncharted jungles and festering swamps, filled with foul creatures and ancient civilizations. To the north, the frigid tundra and frozen pine forests which stretch for miles, inhabited only by the toughest of foes. And to the south, vast expanses of mountain, where slumbering things lurk in dark caves and vast deserts hide dark secrets in the sand.
The sun is setting over the city of The God's Hope, regarded as the new capital of Terra by most of its occupants. Merchants are beginning to close up their shops, but the inns and taverns are doing a roaring trade. You and your companions walk slowly down the street, taking in the sights and sounds. After all, it is rare that you have a day off when you are in the adventuring business. You have only recently finished dealing with a band of goblin thugs who had been threatening a shopkeeper, and the ten silver pieces he had given each of you as a reward jingle pleasantly in your pouches, clamoring to be spent. The smell of meat, beer, and cheese assails your nostrils every time you pass a tavern, and your stomachs growl menacingly. Your party has not been together long, only a few weeks or so, but you have found that you and your companions are a formiddable team. A whole world lies undiscovered, and in a world like that, fame and fortune are for the taking!
This is it. Atlas' least favorite part of being an adventurer...the down time. No need to eat. No need to drink. No need to even breathe! The coin earned here will better serve him used to sharpen his blade and fortify his shield. These things are far more a necessity to him than food and drink will ever be. Still, Atlas recognizes the needs he possesses are not the needs of his more...fleshy companions. So he endures it. The boredom of the wait wont wear down his resolve to be vigilant. That's what he tells himself. That's what his directives tell him to tell himself. Perhaps, though, there is something. Something deep inside...a spark of individuality. A shred of the humanity that created him in the first place. Perhaps it, if it's there at all, stirs in him to enjoy their company even off the field.
Shiv will bounce down the street next to Atlas, practically climbing up the warforged like a ball of spiky lizard energy. "Hey man! did you see me cut that goblin in half, It was nuts! But not as crazy as you blocking those three crossbow bolts from slamming into me while I did it!" The Viashino will exclaim, his mouth of sharp razor teeth wide open with excitement. "I could go for some steak or something and then I am ready for the next job!" As Shive bounces down the road, his two razor toothed Scimitars bounce at his side and his chainmail rattles against his green pointy scales.
Tak checks his coin pouch again to make sure it was there. Over the last 2 months of wandering he had learned the hard way that currency was much more valuable to others than to him and they were eager to take it from him if he didn't keep track of it carefully. Once reassured, he happily gazed about the city, still in awe of its size and the amount of people in it. He tossed a couple pieces of dried meat into the air and snatched them in his beak. He knew he needed some rest soon but the adrenaline was still pumping in his veins. The last two weeks of adventuring were exactly what he'd hoped for when he left his village. He was hooked and he wanted more.
Locke runs a in front of the party and starts walking backwards.
"Yeah Atlas lighten up. I don't even know how a Warforged can look like its having a bad a bad time." Locke says as he grabs his coin purse and starts tossing it up and down in his hand. "Look man we're in the BIG city we can make BIG money. People are going to be talking about us, singing our praises ,throwing their gold at us and maybe even their undergarments" He continues as he throws a wink at Atlas "I can hear it now crowds of admirers cheering our names 'Locke and Companions!' " Locke puts the coin purse back in his pocket under his long gray overcoat. "And hey, if not we can always rob em' blind" A huge charismatic smile grows on Locke's face and his eyes squint.
A group of solemn, red-robed figures march down the narrow cobblestone street, heading straight for you. They neither let up their pace nor move to one side as they approach, and pedestrians are forced to dive out of their way or be trampled by their heavy black boots. There are only half a dozen of them, but they walk abreast so as to take up the entire street. Heavy maces hang from their belts, and they wear black helmets and armor under their red robes. Their shields bear the symbol of a black rooster on a red field, which you immediatly recognize as belonging to the Blood Templars. These fanatical clerics of Ares, god of war, have most likely just returned from their "holy crusade" of slaughter in the south.
Shiv will attempt to quickly scale a lamp post or up a wall in an attempt to get out of there way, while also looking at them with extreme interest as they walk past.... almost like admiration to an extent.
Jevyn, silent until now, looked up from his Devastation Code of Conduct manual. "What's all the fuss? They're just soldiers. Another tool of the gods." Even as he said this, the hobgoblin watched the passing entourage with wary eyes. "Shiv, don't stare. It could be considered an insult. Besides," he added, returning to his book. "Should we not be preparing for our next expedition? We have yet to prove our worth. There won't be any showers of gold in the streets until we do something that makes people want to throw gold at us." High above the party, a raven circled three times before flying off. Jevyn's familiar, who he called Emse, had taken the form of raven to deliver a message to the Academy of Devastation as part of his report for the last mission they had taken on.
Tak noticing the group heading towards him leaps slightly in the air as his black and blue wings unfurl and he flies up 20 ft into air hovering above his companions watching the approaching figures make their way down the street. He puts a hand on his shield and the other clutches his staff just in case trouble should arise.
Locke, still walking backwards wat,ches as Tak takes flight, soaring upwards and Shiv scaling the nearest vertical object.
"Soldiers?" He says to Jevyn as he turns slightly to see behind him. Locke continues to walk backwards, but changes his direction such that he will run into one of the soldiers at the the end.
"Oh sorry sir" Locke apologizes to the soldier as he straightens out the soldiers uniform ( Slight of Hand: 20 for anything loose that he might be able to take ). Then will try and continue walking by normally.
This post has potentially manipulated dice roll results.
Shiv, observing the soldiers closley will watch the train crash unfold as Locke bumps into the wall of metal and flesh (Perception 19) and noticing the human attempt to remove something from one of the soldiers as he goes past. The viashino will shake his head ever so slightly and stay in his overwatch position waiting for either the soldiers to pass or the fireworks to begin.
"Of course I saw you cut the goblin in half, Shiv. I was there. Why wouldn't I have seen it? " He remarks plainly as the Viashino climbs all over him and then up a lamp post. "Locke, I was made to be heavy and hard to move. Lightening myself would take away from that original purpose." He thinks for a moment " You always speak in an odd way. Why would I want undergarments thrown at me? Are these people attacking us with them? "And then, as he contemplates this in earnest, that's when he notices the armored and robed figures marching through the streets. The hulking construct that he is, Atlas steps aside to allow them to pass. Though perhaps he has his own opinions of the wholesale slaughter of the native inhabitants of this world, he can appreciate at minimum the level of protection their presence provides.
Atlas watches the procession, looming over them. As a Juggernaut, he stands at least 7ft tall and is very broad. His shield remains on his back almost like a metal turtle shell, but it can be slide onto his arm at a moments notice. His battleaxe also remains on his person, stowed but at the ready. Atlas is a construct. He was built, not born. His purpose in life was never a mystery, as it appears to be for the more fleshy folks, and he yearns to fulfill that purpose.
It's at Jevyn's words that Atlas seems to become more invested "We should listen to the Hobgoblin.We must recharge and prepare for our next challenge. I'm already primed to get going!"
Locke's plan does not exactly go according to plan. The cleric he was aiming for hits Locke with the force of an ox, driving him to the ground in a swirl of red and black. He stares impassively at the rogue sprawled at his feet for a minute, his expression concealed by his dark helmet. Then he simply walks over his fallen adversary, his heavy military boots leaving several large bruises on Lockes arms and legs.
Jevyn, unfortunate enough to have neither the flying nor the climbing skills of his companions, meets a similar fate, and is likewise trampled under a set of hardened leather boots. The clerics say nothing during this entire encounter, and continue their steady march.
Shiv will smile a bit "That was awesome as I thought it would be, man those guys are badass" laughing to himself with a hiss-like wheeze before dropping down from the lamp post and wiping some of the muddy footprints off of his companions.
Locke gets up and dusts himself off, and adjusts the lapels of his jacket, pulling down on them hard.
"How rude" He says quietly amongst the group with a proper accent. He then limps over to Atlas and rests his weight against the large metallic man. "You see, its not the undergarments we want, but whats underneath" Locke laughs and gives Atlas a soft elbow to the arm then rests his weight against him once again. "But you guys are right we could use some rest and 'relaxation'.
"I see...what's underneath..." He contemplates this once again in earnest. "Hmm yes. Something to do with you fleshy types mating. " He gives a solemn, knowing nod.
"I see...what's underneath..." He contemplates this once again in earnest. "Hmm yes. Something to do with you fleshy types mating. " He gives a solemn, knowing nod.
Well met, fellow adventurer! Welcome to Terra, land of discovery. Explore new lands in the name of your monarch and raise your nations banner in conquest. But the path to prestige and wealth is not for the faint of heart. Whether you explore the windswept desert, frigid tundra, tropical jungle, sunlit forest, or any of the myriad of environments, there will be friends to be made, foes to be fought, and secrets to discover. Whether you quest for gold, honor, or fame, good luck, and may the gods be with you!
The God's Hope
The God’s Hope is the bustling capital of the new world, and nearly a quarter of the great races’ population resides here. Much of The God’s Hope is still under construction, and the combined factors of limited space and a rising population result in impoverished living conditions for many the cities occupants. Thousands find themselves living in slums in the outskirts of the city, and are forced to resort to crime in order to survive. Manipulative crime bosses have wasted no time in taking advantage of these favorable conditions, and already a sizeable underworld has sprung up in the underbelly of the city. Not all of The God's Hope is corrupt, however. Temples, shops, inns, taverns, and various other buildings have been constructed, and scholars, magic-users, merchants, nobles, and adventurers meet to swap tales, and discuss politics. The famous High Council can also be found in the capital, the committee of members from every race who resolve disputes, retain order, and create and enforce laws.
Terra
Within a hundred mile radius of The God’s Hope can be found dozens of cities and towns, as well as the odd trading post or farm. The majority of Terra’s population can be found here, whether farmer, trader, or craftsperson. Many monarchs have built temporary keeps and fortresses across the land, and hundreds find work and safety within their walls. Beyond these buildings of wood and stone lies the domain of the adventurer. To the east of The God's Hope lie uncharted jungles and festering swamps, filled with foul creatures and ancient civilizations. To the north, the frigid tundra and frozen pine forests which stretch for miles, inhabited only by the toughest of foes. And to the south, vast expanses of mountain, where slumbering things lurk in dark caves and vast deserts hide dark secrets in the sand.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Let us begin!
The sun is setting over the city of The God's Hope, regarded as the new capital of Terra by most of its occupants. Merchants are beginning to close up their shops, but the inns and taverns are doing a roaring trade. You and your companions walk slowly down the street, taking in the sights and sounds. After all, it is rare that you have a day off when you are in the adventuring business. You have only recently finished dealing with a band of goblin thugs who had been threatening a shopkeeper, and the ten silver pieces he had given each of you as a reward jingle pleasantly in your pouches, clamoring to be spent. The smell of meat, beer, and cheese assails your nostrils every time you pass a tavern, and your stomachs growl menacingly. Your party has not been together long, only a few weeks or so, but you have found that you and your companions are a formiddable team. A whole world lies undiscovered, and in a world like that, fame and fortune are for the taking!
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
This is it. Atlas' least favorite part of being an adventurer...the down time. No need to eat. No need to drink. No need to even breathe! The coin earned here will better serve him used to sharpen his blade and fortify his shield. These things are far more a necessity to him than food and drink will ever be. Still, Atlas recognizes the needs he possesses are not the needs of his more...fleshy companions. So he endures it. The boredom of the wait wont wear down his resolve to be vigilant. That's what he tells himself. That's what his directives tell him to tell himself. Perhaps, though, there is something. Something deep inside...a spark of individuality. A shred of the humanity that created him in the first place. Perhaps it, if it's there at all, stirs in him to enjoy their company even off the field.
Shiv will bounce down the street next to Atlas, practically climbing up the warforged like a ball of spiky lizard energy. "Hey man! did you see me cut that goblin in half, It was nuts! But not as crazy as you blocking those three crossbow bolts from slamming into me while I did it!" The Viashino will exclaim, his mouth of sharp razor teeth wide open with excitement. "I could go for some steak or something and then I am ready for the next job!" As Shive bounces down the road, his two razor toothed Scimitars bounce at his side and his chainmail rattles against his green pointy scales.
Tak checks his coin pouch again to make sure it was there. Over the last 2 months of wandering he had learned the hard way that currency was much more valuable to others than to him and they were eager to take it from him if he didn't keep track of it carefully. Once reassured, he happily gazed about the city, still in awe of its size and the amount of people in it. He tossed a couple pieces of dried meat into the air and snatched them in his beak. He knew he needed some rest soon but the adrenaline was still pumping in his veins. The last two weeks of adventuring were exactly what he'd hoped for when he left his village. He was hooked and he wanted more.
Locke runs a in front of the party and starts walking backwards.
"Yeah Atlas lighten up. I don't even know how a Warforged can look like its having a bad a bad time." Locke says as he grabs his coin purse and starts tossing it up and down in his hand. "Look man we're in the BIG city we can make BIG money. People are going to be talking about us, singing our praises ,throwing their gold at us and maybe even their undergarments" He continues as he throws a wink at Atlas "I can hear it now crowds of admirers cheering our names 'Locke and Companions!' " Locke puts the coin purse back in his pocket under his long gray overcoat. "And hey, if not we can always rob em' blind" A huge charismatic smile grows on Locke's face and his eyes squint.
A group of solemn, red-robed figures march down the narrow cobblestone street, heading straight for you. They neither let up their pace nor move to one side as they approach, and pedestrians are forced to dive out of their way or be trampled by their heavy black boots. There are only half a dozen of them, but they walk abreast so as to take up the entire street. Heavy maces hang from their belts, and they wear black helmets and armor under their red robes. Their shields bear the symbol of a black rooster on a red field, which you immediatly recognize as belonging to the Blood Templars. These fanatical clerics of Ares, god of war, have most likely just returned from their "holy crusade" of slaughter in the south.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Shiv will attempt to quickly scale a lamp post or up a wall in an attempt to get out of there way, while also looking at them with extreme interest as they walk past.... almost like admiration to an extent.
Jevyn, silent until now, looked up from his Devastation Code of Conduct manual. "What's all the fuss? They're just soldiers. Another tool of the gods." Even as he said this, the hobgoblin watched the passing entourage with wary eyes. "Shiv, don't stare. It could be considered an insult. Besides," he added, returning to his book. "Should we not be preparing for our next expedition? We have yet to prove our worth. There won't be any showers of gold in the streets until we do something that makes people want to throw gold at us." High above the party, a raven circled three times before flying off. Jevyn's familiar, who he called Emse, had taken the form of raven to deliver a message to the Academy of Devastation as part of his report for the last mission they had taken on.
Tak noticing the group heading towards him leaps slightly in the air as his black and blue wings unfurl and he flies up 20 ft into air hovering above his companions watching the approaching figures make their way down the street. He puts a hand on his shield and the other clutches his staff just in case trouble should arise.
Locke, still walking backwards wat,ches as Tak takes flight, soaring upwards and Shiv scaling the nearest vertical object.
"Soldiers?" He says to Jevyn as he turns slightly to see behind him. Locke continues to walk backwards, but changes his direction such that he will run into one of the soldiers at the the end.
"Oh sorry sir" Locke apologizes to the soldier as he straightens out the soldiers uniform ( Slight of Hand: 20 for anything loose that he might be able to take ). Then will try and continue walking by normally.
Shiv, observing the soldiers closley will watch the train crash unfold as Locke bumps into the wall of metal and flesh (Perception 19) and noticing the human attempt to remove something from one of the soldiers as he goes past. The viashino will shake his head ever so slightly and stay in his overwatch position waiting for either the soldiers to pass or the fireworks to begin.
"Of course I saw you cut the goblin in half, Shiv. I was there. Why wouldn't I have seen it? " He remarks plainly as the Viashino climbs all over him and then up a lamp post. "Locke, I was made to be heavy and hard to move. Lightening myself would take away from that original purpose." He thinks for a moment " You always speak in an odd way. Why would I want undergarments thrown at me? Are these people attacking us with them? " And then, as he contemplates this in earnest, that's when he notices the armored and robed figures marching through the streets. The hulking construct that he is, Atlas steps aside to allow them to pass. Though perhaps he has his own opinions of the wholesale slaughter of the native inhabitants of this world, he can appreciate at minimum the level of protection their presence provides.
Atlas watches the procession, looming over them. As a Juggernaut, he stands at least 7ft tall and is very broad. His shield remains on his back almost like a metal turtle shell, but it can be slide onto his arm at a moments notice. His battleaxe also remains on his person, stowed but at the ready. Atlas is a construct. He was built, not born. His purpose in life was never a mystery, as it appears to be for the more fleshy folks, and he yearns to fulfill that purpose.
It's at Jevyn's words that Atlas seems to become more invested "We should listen to the Hobgoblin.We must recharge and prepare for our next challenge. I'm already primed to get going!"
Locke's plan does not exactly go according to plan. The cleric he was aiming for hits Locke with the force of an ox, driving him to the ground in a swirl of red and black. He stares impassively at the rogue sprawled at his feet for a minute, his expression concealed by his dark helmet. Then he simply walks over his fallen adversary, his heavy military boots leaving several large bruises on Lockes arms and legs.
Jevyn, unfortunate enough to have neither the flying nor the climbing skills of his companions, meets a similar fate, and is likewise trampled under a set of hardened leather boots. The clerics say nothing during this entire encounter, and continue their steady march.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Tak descends and checks on Locke and Jevyn. Medicine: 23
"It's nothing bad. Just a few scrapes and bruises. They should be gone by morning." *assists them both to their feet*
OOC: We will likely have a sixth player join us soon, but if not, we will continue with a party of five.
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash
Shiv will smile a bit "That was awesome as I thought it would be, man those guys are badass" laughing to himself with a hiss-like wheeze before dropping down from the lamp post and wiping some of the muddy footprints off of his companions.
Locke gets up and dusts himself off, and adjusts the lapels of his jacket, pulling down on them hard.
"How rude" He says quietly amongst the group with a proper accent. He then limps over to Atlas and rests his weight against the large metallic man. "You see, its not the undergarments we want, but whats underneath" Locke laughs and gives Atlas a soft elbow to the arm then rests his weight against him once again. "But you guys are right we could use some rest and 'relaxation'.
"I see...what's underneath..." He contemplates this once again in earnest. "Hmm yes. Something to do with you fleshy types mating. " He gives a solemn, knowing nod.
OOC: I have to say, Atlas cracks me up. :D
Flayr Flameseeker | Genasi/Fire | Wizard/School of Evocation | Level 2 | Custom Campaign: Cold Cash