Torn Lands (PVP)

The lands are torn between fueding kingdoms, the Crimson Covenant and the Scarlet Vangaurd. Both kingdoms have been at each other's throats for as long as the oldest elders can remember. The lands in between the kingdoms, the Forgotten Expanse, are destoryed and barren. Great craters from the hundreds of catapaults line the countryside of the Expanse, the air toxic from the fumes of the great beasts that now call that place their home. This is a time for honor and glory. A time of little passion or romance. This is a time of war and it is now your time to stand and fight. Will you survive, or will you perish in dishonor? Only you can decide your fate in the Torn Lands.
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This is a PVP or Player Vs Player type RP. In this, players battle each other as well as npc monsters. Ive never done a full PVP RP before so please, bear with me on this one.

Note: your character never really dies when you are killed. The next day (real time) you are ressurected by an Angel of Death and are transported back to the capital city of the kingdom you choose.
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Kingdoms:

The Crimson Covenant: Are a kingdom of assassins that hold the whole right side of the lands. Their territory is mostly forest and hills. Good places to conceal themselves for an ambush. Their capitol city is Veilwood because of the constant fog that surrounds it. They train from the age of five to become ruthless killers. At about age ten, they are given a target outside of the capitol in a bordering village. If they assassinate the target, they win their twin Crimson Shard daggers and must train with them continuosly. Then, at age eighteen, the age of manhood, they are sent out into the Scarlet Vanguard kingdom and must kill a high ranking military official and bring back the sigul to their leader. Then the assassin can officially join the ranks of the Crimson Covenant. Not having a real army, the Covenant use assassination to their advantage, killing off important targets in the Scarlet Vanguard.

The Scarlet Vanguard: Are a kingdom of warriors that hold the whole left side of the lands. Their territory is mostly mountainious and full of rock and water. These are great places to train the stamina needed to wear the heavy Battle Armor of the Scarlet Vanguard. Their capitol city is Cragstone because of the sheer cliff faces and the craggy surfaces of the cliffs. They train from the age of three, lifting small bags of stones that get bigger and heavier as they get older. At around the age of ten, the real training begins. Weapons are chosen and unworthy soldiers-to-be are killed off. Only the strong survive and prosper. When at the age of eighteen, they are cast out into the wilderness, a full suit of training armor on and a large axe. They must live off the land for a year and if they return with the scales of a lava wyrm, they are aloud to become full fledged knights of the Scarlet Vanguard. Having a massive military power, these guys use brute strength and strategy to obtain victory.
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This is a medival themed RP so don't use guns and shit, use bows and arrows or something. And yes, only small amounts of magic. No ghost shields and shit like that though.
Rules:
1. No god moding
2. Don't insult each other, if you die, deal with it. You'll come back later
3. If you have questions, please post in OOC thread, not in RP thread (this one)
4. Have fun with this one, it took some time to make

Character Sheet

Name:
Age:
Kingdom:
Weapons:
Appearance:
Bio:

Name: Balthazar Nightwind

Age: 23

Kingdom: Crimson Covenant

Weapons: twin Crimson Shard daggers, each customized with twin dragon hilts and crimson blades; a black collapsable crossbow; a small hip quiver with thirty poison tipped crossbow bolts; ten throwing daggers; and a small sack of soot on his hip

Appearance: small, agile build; long black hair tied in a ponytail down his back; deep, hazel eyes; sharp, angular facial features; calm exterior; wearing black leather pants; black, soft leather boots; black leather cuirass under a plain black linen shirt; a long, dark brown coat with a hood that shields his face from prying eyes

Bio: Was born a poor potter's child. At age three, his parents were killed on the road towards a small Covenant village they were delivering pottery to. Some Vanguard soldiers ambushed them and slaughtered the entire trade caravan. Balthazar was taken by the soldiers but on their way back through the territory, Coventant guards killed the vanguards in their sleep. Balthazar was saved and raised by the king and his misstress. As he aged, Balthazar took on the training of the assassins and finally graduated to full assassin, having killed a Paladin of the Scarlet Vanguard. He was given the name Nightwind after that kill for he slaugtered the man in the dark of night without the light of the moon as a guide and got out of the city before the alarm was raised, silent as death. He now carries out contracts for his kingdom and is a great asset to his king.

Name:Ramp
Age:19
Kingdom:The Crimson Covenant:
Weapons:Glove blade(AC style) small shortsword,Throwing knives.
Appearance:(Kinda looks like the AC Outfit) moderate length brown hair,Blue eyes.
Bio:Ramp was working with his dad at age 14 when their house was burnt down.His brother.His only living relative.Hates him.They try to kill each other.He join the crimson covenant at age 16 and trained as a assasin ever since then.He still trains.But he is almost done with his training.

Balthazar crouched lower on the rooftop's edge. The guard below raised his torch higher, searching for the source of the noise. Probably another rat. Balthazar slowly slid his twin daggers from their sheaths and began to back up. Feet gliding along the stone roof, he stopped. Taking in a deep breath from under his mask, he ran forward in a crouch and leapt over the guard and his torch. Landing lightly without a sound and a small puff of dust, Balthazar turned swiftly sliding one dagger into the guard's exposed rib between the crease of his breastplate. Then, faster than the eye can see, Balthazar leapt up and jammed the dagger into the man's jugular. Still without a sound, he lowered the guard to the ground and stamped out the torch. Extracting his weapons and sheathing them, he leapt atop a nearby wagon and back onto the rooftop. There, now no light source could diminish his shot. The Weapons Master was on his way this night for a look at a rare and curious sword. As a matter of fact though, there is no sword. Balthazar smiled at his cunning and crouched down, blending with the shadows. Watching and waiting for his chance to strike.

Ramp went to his master for training.He was still learning the ropes.His master looked at him and smiled."Welcome.Are you ready for another session?" Ramp nodded. "Ok first i want you to run up that wall,grab the pole,And shimmy to that dummy over there.Drop down behind it.And slit its throat." Ramp nodded again. He focused his vison.He started running.Then when he hit the wall he put his foot on it then started pushing off it downwards.Making him run up it.He was about to slip when he grabbed the pole that was on the ceiling.He slowly shimmied the pole then dropped down behind the dummy.He took his glove blad popped it out and slitt the dummy's throat.Causing a cotton like material to fall on the ground."Congradulations Ramp,That was excellent."
"Thank you."Said Ramp.

Name:Isan Zorrin

Age:15

Kingdom:Crimson Covenant

Weapons:A short, black and crimson bladed, short sword. A golden golve type hand device that has a set of fine
serrated knives at each finger point that are retractable. A long Bow(which is his favorite weapon) wich has black,ebony wood(petrified) and a wolves silver head at both tips. And lastly, A set of throwing needles dipped in poison.

Appearance:Hooded in a cloak that is crimson red and black. Black hair. Red eyes. Scars across both eyes. well built, but not large. agressive when disturbed, but usually patient.

Bio:Born in poverty, he ran from home only to come back home one year later on the night his parents were assassinated in front of his infant eyes. He swears revenge o the murderers who he believes to be in the Scarlet Vanguard.

Balthazar lifted his crossbow, the tip of the bolt catching the moonlight and letting off a slight twinkle. He smiled. This shot would be a good one. The Weapons Master walked just below him, the tip of his black top knot bouncing with every step. Balthazar slipped closer along the dark rooftop and glanced over the edge. The Weapons Master was talking to the crimson covenant agent Balthazar had planted earlier. Using that as a distraction, he dipped the tip of the bolt in a small vial of poison from around his neck and took aim. The Weapons Master's shoulder was level with his sight but he wanted to be more deceptive. Aiming lower, he steadied on the man's calf. Pulling the small trigger, there was an almost inaudible click and the small bolt slid through the air and planted squarly into the Weapons Master's calf. Without even looking down, the man brushed the bolt aside, like an annoying bug that had just bit him. Perfect. Balthazar moved back into the shadows and counted. 1,2,3,4,5....................groan. The Weapons Master let out a loud groan and fell to his knees, gripping his chest. A gurgling formed in his throat and blood began to bubble and ooze forth. Balthazar watched in awe, the thrill of the kill and the site of his victim in agony sending waves of extasy through his body. Then the Weapons Master coughed and up came his heart. The man had coughed up his own heart. Balthazar's smile grew, taking up his whole face. Everyone who found this body would know that he, Balthazar Nightwind had done this deed. The poison was his trademark, a formula of his own make utilizing natural ingrediants and dark magic. Dropping down to the ground without a sound, he nodded towards the crimson agent. The man nodded back and took off into the darkness, on his way back to the Overlord to send word of Balthazar's return. Right now though, he had to get to his camp outside the city. Escape and evasion was the fun part. Too bad he was too much of a proffesional to know what it felt like to run.

Isan sits on the top of a tower just looking out on the world. "Haha. This world is so damn screwed up."he said then made his way down the tower, nodding to other memebers that passed him. He went to a target range to practice with his bow. "Silence." he said as he was aiming, "What a beautiful sound..."he said as he fired his arrow singing through the air straight into its target, a bullseye. "Not bad."he laughed to himself.

The fire crackled as a log snapped in its depths. Shadows danced along the campground and a thin line of smoke raised lazily into the sky. Balthazar tore into the rations of dry bread and old cheese, his back resting against the boulder that hid his camp. He was clever in choosing this as his hiding spot for it was completly hidden away from any prying eyes around or in the city. Looking out into the darkness, he replayed the kill over and over in his mind. The way the man dropped to his knees, the way he gurlged as his lifeblood slowly drained from his mouth. Balthazar slid down the rock, content of his meal and this night's dark work. Sleep pulling at his eyelids, he dowsed the fire with dirt and lay back in his cloak, dark dreams of murder overwhelming him.

Isan walked away from the target area..."I should go see what is going on today."he said looking for a news parchment, when another person caught his eye.

Ramp walked around the marketplace. He looked at all sorts of items. But none really interested him.

"You there..."Isan said to Ramp. "I haven't seen you before...who are you?"

Ramp turned to Isan. "Im Ramp." He said and contiued looking.

The clopping of the horses hooves on the cobblestones echoed through the hills. Balthazar lifted his head up to the sky and breathed in the sweet forest air. The wind blew his black hair out behind him for he had taken out the leather band of his ponytail. His horse trotting at a nice pace, the sun shining, the wind blowing, it was a good day to return with news such as this to Veilwood. He smiled as a patrol dropped from the trees ahead of him. They instantly knew it was him because of the clothing he always wore and because of the daggers on his hips. He made no move to hide these weapons now because he was on home turf. Normally, the only time they were ever seen, was when he plunged them into your heart. Stopping his horse, Balthazar got off and walked up to the men. There were three and each pulled off their hoods and bowed to him. He returned the gesture and looked each in the face, recognizing them as well. "Samuel, David, Aiden! How nice to see you after such a long trip. How were things while i was away?" Samuel stepped forward and clasped his friend's hand. "Its good to see you too brother of the crimson! All hail Balthazar and his victory over the weapons master!" he cried. The other two cheered with him. Balthazar smiled and nodded. "Ah, it seems my news has already reached your ears! I was hoping to deliver it personally. Anyway, where is the Lord today? Is he at the castle or out on the grounds beating new recruits?" The men shared a laugh and David spoke up. "He's at the theater today, your sister, Valandria is in today's play." Balthazar nodded. "Yes, i remember talk of her newest show. Looks like i'll make a suprise entrance. I'll be on my way then. You three get back to patrol and i'll see you when your shifts are over. Ale at the Dragon's Wing tonight and don't be late!" The men said their farewells and Balthazar climbed back upon his steed. Urging the horse on with a small kick, he galloped along the road, Vailwood still a few miles of him. The ride was smooth and he reached the gates before noon. "Time to say hello." he said to himself and got off the horse. Sneaking back into his own city was always a laugh or two.

Ramp kept looking when he heard. "RAMP!" It was his friend Gary.They usally never saw each other.He ran to him and they started talking.

Isan watched Ramp and Gary carfully...."Hmmm."he thought to himself.

Hand over hand, Balthazar carefully lifted himself onto the city wall. The afternoon light was turning to dusk as he sat upon the wall, watching the city from the shadows. No one noticed him as they passed below on patrol. He smiled. His skills were getting better. As dark fell, he leapt from the wall onto a rooftop with only a small shuffle when he landed. Turning, he leapt to another rooftop and made his way in this fashion to the outdoor theater. He watched the crowd below and looked over at his sister on the stage. He smiled again as her voice drifted up to him. She always had a lovely voice. Deciding now was the time to strike, he leapt to the ground, lifted his hood, and made his way calmly to the stage entrance, cloak pulled close to hide his weapons and his armor. As he made the steps of the entrance, he slipped into the shadows and climbed the wooden support that held up the stage awnings. On top, he crawled across the beams right above the stage. He waited for a pause in the action and dropped directly behind his sister. "Alas! The crowd cried! For Valandria has fallen!" he yelled and drew one of his daggers, letting the light catch the glint of red on the blade. The crowd stood, transfixed, thinking it part of the show, until they saw the red of his blade. There was a cry and his foster father, the Overlord, made his way through the crowd. Balthazar smiled and let go of Valandria, sheathing his dagger. Valandria turned around on him and put her hands on her hips. "You know brother, its more traditional to just say hello." Balthazar laughed and looked up as his father came up the steps, a scowl on his face. "Boy! Do you know what you have just done?" Balthazar feigned suprise and bowed low, looking at the ground. "No father, i do not." He looked up at his father and saw that he was smiling. "You have made me proud. Your skills have improved beyond belief and no one has told me of your entrance into the city. Well done son! Well done!"

"So whats happening Ramp?" Asked Gary. "Nothing im still training." Ramp added. "Well i have to go.It was good seeing you again Ramp."Said Gary as he walked away."Bye."Said Ramp. He climbed a random building and sat on the top looking at the sky.

The banquet that night was enourmous. There was everything from succulant pig to his favorite dessert, Bleeding Hearts Pie, which is a pie with fresh strawberries and cherries mixed in. The next few hours were nothing but celebration and food. Balthazar was in a state of bliss, until the messanger ran in. The man was bleeding from dozens of wounds and his armor was sundered all over. Balthazar dropped his cup and ran to help the man. "Father! A messanger!" he cried. The Overlord came through the crowd and confronted the man. "What has happened? Speak to your Lord, i beg." he said soflty to the man. The messanger coughed up some blood and handed the Overlord a bloody scroll. He heaved in one last breath and died. Balthazar laid the man gently to the ground and closed his eyes. He looked up at his father, his face calm but his eyes burning. "What does it say Father?" The Overlord opened the scroll and began to scan, his eyes moving at a furious pace. His face contorted in anger and he passed the scroll to Balthazar. He read it quickly and crumpled it up, tossing it to the floor. He immediatly turned and ran from the hall. A Scarlet Vanguard strike force had been sent into the kingdom and a village had been taken. Balthazar was on his way to gather the elite group of soldiers under his rule, the Shadow Sentries. The battle had finally come to them and he didn't want innocent bloodshed, not involving his people at any rate. Running to the barracks, he took up the horn to call his troops and blew into it. There was an almost silent whistle and fifteen secons later, all ten of his soldiers were there. "Your all late! We have trouble. There is a Scarlet strike force in the kingdom. Our job? To take them out by any means possible." They all nodded and he led them out of the city, silent as shadows. It was time for perfection and that's exactly what they were. The perfect killers.

Name: Fredrick Stormblade

Appearance: Middle class. Doesn't stand out much, wears local clothing, and a reversible cloak with both sides' colours on it.

Allegiance: Whoever pays him more. At the moment, that's neither side. Isn't even totally loyal to his employer, and will switch sides for the right sum.

Equipment: Doesn't exactly like poison or magic, but sees the utility. Carries four doses of knockout poison, and a ring of invisibility. While invisible, he is still tangible, meaning he can't walk through walls, but he can use doors, loot chests, that sort of thing. If he draws his weapon, he becomes visible again.

Weapons: A single short straight blade. Nondiscript, non-magical. Good quality steel.

Bio: Born far to the west, beyond these lands, he comes seeking fortune.

Seeing the oncoming strikeforce, Fredrick reverses his cloak, and vanishes, reappearing a safe distance away, wearing the local colours of the Crimson Covenant.

Balthazar led his team through the trees, silent as death. Not a rustle or snap alerted the strikeforce below them to their prescence. Balthazar signaled for a pincer movment and his team dispersed like mist. When he saw that everyone was in place, he called like an owl and the assault began. He held his crossbow up, poison dart aimed at a man's throat, and let fly. The captain of the force fell, dying, his death throes violent and loud. Balthazar smiled and drew his daggers. Then he heard the click of other crossbows and ten soldiers dropped. The whole force went into a mad scramble to find them. Orders were called, challenges screamed and death cried loudest of all. Balthazar called again and the Shadow Sentries leapt from their positions. The thirty or some men left standing were no match in the dark. The small battle was quick and only two of the Shadow Sentries were wounded, the wounds only being glancing blows. Balthazar laughed as his men assembled and he leaned over the deceased captain's corpse. "Let's see what sigul you carry good sir." he dug through the man's armor and found what he was looking for. A necklace hung around the man's throat on a gold chain and a small leather pouch was tucked into a breast pocket. Balthazar took both and examined the necklace. "A captain, and a high ranking one too! Ah, to die so easily. You should have stayed at your barracks." he laughed again and opened the leather pouch. There were a few gold coins and a pipe and some pipe weed but the thing that caught his attention the most was the folded scrap of paper. Is was the strikeforce's orders. Balthazar pocketed the contents of the pouch and the necklace then unfolded the paper. Then he read rapidly and folded the paper back up, pocketing it as well. Sighing, he turned back to his men. "I have unfortunate news. It seems the strikeforce sent to take the village is larger than just these forty or so men. The main force is exactly two hundred strong and have made the village into a fort. Also, every child in that village was burned at the stake. The adults were made into slaves and harems. The High Warlord Vendren in there and he was the one who ordered all of this." his men spoke their outrage, even stabbing at the bodies around them. Balthazar raised a hand for silence. "Our path is clear. We must infiltrate this new fort and take out the High Warlord. Do i have all of your cooporation? If you would like to turn back and return to your families i'd understand." Not one of his men made a move. Balthazar smiled sincerily. "Very well, we make camp in the meadow to our left. We will sleep all day and move at night." he nodded to his men, spit on the captain's forehead and walked to the meadow. It was time for rest but Balthazar didn't sleep until dawn.

Wandering up to the imposing looking commander type of the victors, I bow deeply.

"Fredrick Stormblade greets you."

Balthazar stood and drew a dagger. "A pleasure. May i ask what you are doing lurking in our forests?" He looked Fredrick up and down and noticed the cloak. "Ah, so your part of our kingdom. What village do you hail from?" Something about this man didn't seem right to him so Balthazar kept his guard up and his dagger close.

Isan then got up and decided to leave the village for the time being.

Not expecting the question, I reply

"Whichever one opens it's doors to me."