Running Shadows: Rebellion in Numenor

Running Shadows: Rebellion in Numenor​

Story:

Our tale takes place in a vast, far-away land, on a mass of land covered in different countries that are as different as night and day. The most prosperous and magical country reigns over all the others, controlling trade, taxes, magical restrictions, and even free will.

One land will finally rise up against the oppressive government and try to become free, searching for help from neighboring countries in the process. But with the immeasurably strong power against them, the would-be freed peoples of the land will have to fight to the death for their freedom.

Descriptions of the Countries:

Numenor
The country of Numenor lies in the northwest corner of its world, one of the poorest and smallest areas of the land. It's only points of strength are its impenetrable fortress of a castle and its Dragon-hunting grounds, where great warriors and generals are born for their tiny, unused army. Numenor trades well, but has no magical power within its inhabitants.

Armania
The country of Armania is located north of a range of mountains above Numenor, cutting them off from the main land of its world. Assassins, mercenaries, and skilled bowmen come from this country, most of which only venture down into the mainland for money and ill-gained fame. This land keeps to themselves, but with pending rebellion and war they may be forced to choose sides and get involved or watch the world burn.

Layoman
The country of Layoman lies east of Armania, also slightly out of the way of the rest of the mainland. This country is known far and wide for its horses; their breeding lines, speed, and durability are traded to all countries for profit beyond imagining. Layoman has become rich due to its The Black and Silver Trade Route that connects them to Numenor, and then to the rest of the countries.

Rondor
The country of Rondor is located south of Layoman, in the midwest of its world. This is the home of the dwarves of this land, a hilly region where all the homes and their dwellers live underneath the earth. These people's talents are mining the rich minerals and jewels of the earth. They are also known for their magical mind-reading skills and their scrying abilities.

Earoling
Just south of Rondor is the land of Earoling, the home of the Elves of this world. They are the most magical creatures of their world, known for their immortality and many other skills. Their land is surrounded by magical barriers that exist to keep out all except for the traders that are connected to them.

Landroval
In the farthest southwest corner of the world lies Landroval, home of the divisionist Elves; long ago they separated from Landroval to uphold their own, much darker and less moral ideals. They practice dark magic, consuming the souls of human beings to increase their strength. Their main ally, and the ruling country of this world is mentioned below:

Moraning
Covering most of the desert land of the southwest and east areas of its world is the country of Moraning. This country is the land that has been ruling over all others for decades now because of its extreme wealth, magical power, trading skills, and large population. Necromancers and Summoners are the main magical beings born from this place; their skill of speaking to, commanding, and raising the dead for their own benefit with the use of dark magic has made the feared by all others. Deadly, ill-magicked creatures come from this land as well, an ugly biproduct of all the dark magic done in this land.

The Copperhead Pass and its Forest
In the center of the world lies the Copperhead Pass, a deserted, desolate land that is not traveled on often because of the sand demons that dwell underneath the surface of the dry earth. In the center of the Pass is an enchanted forest that none exit or enter; any travelers or traders who go by it are always called into it by the spirits or demons that live inside and are never seen again. No one knows how this forest stays alive with no water source, but all assume that magic, probably dark magic, keeps it alive and keeps all away at a safe distance to keep their lives.

Rules:
1. Experienced RPers only, please: none of us want to babysit anyone too much, but if you do have questions, just PM me. :)
2. Make sure you color-code your characters to make sure everyone can be told apart.
3. Use correct grammar and spelling in each post; complete sentences and descriptive language would be super awesome :D
4. Make sure you tell in your character description some details about your person. There are not too many restrictions with all the fun races and powers, but always use common sense.
5. Yaoi, yuri, and swearing are okay for this thread, just keep it under control.
6. Take any troubles to PMs or let me know what's up and I'll fix any arguments.
7. Put "I love pandas" in your first post to show you actually read all this and the rules :D
8. Don't randomly kill anyone's characters; make sure you ask permission from the other person if they character you wish to destroy (lol) is important (aka is color-coded).
9. If more rules are added I'll let everyone know ASAP.

Character Outline
Username-
Character name-
Age-
Gender-
Race-
Powers (if any)-
Background (details, please)-
Appearance-

MAP:
http://i234.photobucket.com/albums/ee306/darktowerjunkie19/RPMAP.jpg

Characters
Username- Mrsbaggins
Character name- Goldwin of Numenor
Age- 21
Gender- Female
Race- Human, Dragon-hunter
Powers (if any)- none
Background (details, please)- Goldwin is the only princess of Numenor; both her parents are elderly and she practically rules the country on her own. She is also a well-known Dragon-hunter, having trained her entire life in her city to learn how to defeat the beasts that often attack them from the South.
Appearance-

Username- Mrsbaggins
Character name- Gabriel of Moraning
Age- 25
Gender- Male
Race- Summoner
Powers (if any)- Necromancer in training; learning to talk to/control/and put ghosts to rest. Uses dark magic to do so, breaking rules of regular mages and Summoners to gain more power.
Background (details, please)- Was orphaned when he was a child; both his parents were executed by the Lord of Moraning for "unlawful" activities. Joined schooling to learn Necromancy, wanting control over the dead. Doesn't necessarily agree with the way Moraning rules over the rest of the countries and has yet to choose a side for the upcoming rebellion.
Appearance-

 

Woohoo!

“I RUV pandas!!”

Username- Garxena
Character name- Atreyu
Dragon name- Keiran
Age- 19
Gender- Male
Race- Human
Powers (if any)- None
Background (details, please)- Growing up in Numenor, Atreyu often watched others go to Dragon-hunting classes, but only went to a few himself. His parents wanted him to become the next great Dragon-slayer, but there was something inside Atreyu that made him question the morality of Dragon-hunting. Atreyu learned a lot about Dragons in the few classes that he attended – enough to survive when he came face to face with an incredibly deadly species of Dragon. He was out in the forest searching for game when he stumbled into the dwelling of a large, black Dragon. Atreyu (and everyone else) was taught that Dragons should be killed on sight or they would be killed by the Dragon, so Atreyu drew his weapon. But the Dragon spotted him quickly and advanced on Atreyu. Frightened, Atreyu dropped his weapon – and the Dragon stopped. It regarded him with its cold, bright green eyes, head tilted to one side. Atreyu raised his hands in defense, but the Dragon took it as a threat. It came closer, teeth bared in a vicious growl. Atreyu began to back up and tripped over a tree root. He sat there, still as he could. The Dragon loomed over the human now, so close that Atreyu could feel it’s breath on his face. Atreyu braced himself for the sharp pierce of the Dragon’s fangs, but no such feeling came. He opened his eyes and found the Dragon sitting and watching him. The oddest of meetings it was, and a life-changing experience. Atreyu knew completely at that moment that not all Dragons deserved to be killed. This Dragon right in front of him was supposed to be the most violent and deadly Dragon out there, but it had not hurt him. Over the next several months Atreyu went back to this Dragon’s territory and made progress in bonding with the beast. Soon, Atreyu decided that the Dragon needed a name, and so he called it Keiran. Patience and kindness repaid Atreyu with a one-of-a-kind, precious new friend and ally: a Dragon. No one knows of Atreyu and Keiran’s friendship, and Atreyu would like to keep it that way. He is very afraid for Keiran and knows that Keiran will be killed if discovered.
Appearance-

(Don’t be jealous! xP)

 

Username- Random Angel
Character name- Alice
Age- 16
Gender- Female
Race- Mage
Powers (if any)- Teleportation, energy bending (she gathers near by engery which forms her wings. The bigger they are and how much she haves depends on how much energy she's gathered.) and the powers of a seer, though they are extremely weakened and she can't get a vision on demand.
Background (details, please)- She grew up in a clan of nomadic mages that never wanted to get involved in anyone else's problems. Being one who disagrees with most of her clan's ideals she never got along with the other angels. She met up with the Seer who foretold of the upcoming choas before the Seer passed away, giving Alice her powers. She wanted to prevent this choas but her request to do anything was denied. So she decieded to take matters into her own hands. She believes that she'll never be allowed back but there has been other clan members sent out to get her; they'd ask nicely first but if she refuses they'll drag her back by force.
Appearance- expect her wings are only like that when she has no power collected. When she does they turn white and look like this: http://i267.photobucket.com/albums/ii289/emilyramirez_11_photo/2577807u6c1iur69h.gif


Username- Random Angel
Character name- Micheal Black
Age- 22
Gender- Male
Race- Necromancer
Powers (if any)- Black magic (likes to summon the dead a lot. Especially if he can summon someone's beloved on to toy with them.)
Background (details, please)- He was born twisted and cruel. He used his own flesh and blood as expirements in the dark magic, which has been kept hidden from the public. When his parents passed while still considerable young he took the throne of Moraning at the age of 17. Since then he hasn't been like most royality by heading out to the town. By doing this he's learned everything there is to know about his town and makes sure everyone either loves or fears him. He even lived within the town to expirence how it is to live like the poor so he could better the lives of everyone, lessening the chance of anyone ever hating and betraying him.
Appearance-

I love pandas~

I hope this is okay D:

 

Username- Princessofhearts
Character name- Pantalimon
Age-20
Gender- female
Race- human\necromancer
Powers (if any)- dark magic (undiscovered)
Background (details, please)- Pan was born in Numenor, her mother's home but her father was a necromancer. The towns people declared her birth a 'dark omen' and her parents to be 'evil demons' for spawning a mixed child. Whatever reasons the two had for having a child were washed away after the couple was hung. the baby Pan was taken and abondoned in Armania. Although no one inparticular brought her up, different groups and travling loners raised her as a child for a few weeks at a time each. by the time she was a young teenager she had been trained in various trades, fighting styles, and living skills by her passing companions. She has no specific mastery over anything but has dabbled in nearly everything. The necromancer blood in her has remained hidden even to her knowledge, with no body to teach her, but lately she has been noticing small whispers on the wind answering her voice when she speaks to herself.
Apearance- View attachment 2687

 

OOC: Okay everyone, thanks so much for the replies!

Princess_of_hearts: your character is accepted, nice :D

Random Angel: your first character is good except that there aren't any angels or religions in this world, so no "heaven/hell" exists. the idea is very good, but you may have to take the angel part out of it. your second character is really good and accepted; I'm glad you took the leader of one of the lead countries! ^.^

Garxena: nice idea to use a Dragon as a character! Both of your peoples are accepted :)

 

Username- Twilightblader
Character name- Blade
Age- 25
Gender- Male
Race- Human mercenary
Powers (if any)- Energy Manipulation. He can use his own energy in battle by creating things like shields and beams.
Background (details, please)- Being born and raised in Armania, Blade grew up to be a mercenary. He was pretty young when he left home and became a traveling mercenary that would take on jobs he came upon. When Blade was young he learned from many different teachers that taught him many different techniques. Blade was even able to learn how to use his own energy as a weapon. Originally his name wasn't Blade to begin with but by taking the role of a mercenary he took the name Blade. His skill is know through out the land
Appearance-

I love pandas

 

Yay! I can't wait to see where this thread goes! :D

 

oh yeah and i love pandas! haha. i can't wait to start!

 

OOC: ok we can get started now and anyone else that wants to join can come in whenever they like :D oh and TwilightBlader, your character is accepted as well ^.^

BIC: Princess Goldwin raised her eyes and sighed, unable to take it anymore; she'd been sitting in the throne room of the castle listening to petitions from the townspeople for hours. This was something both her mother and father should be doing but they were sick in bed and not showing any sign of getting up, let alone running the country, any time soon.

All she heard were tales of trouble; harassment from Moraning troops along the trade routes, soldiers taxing and beating citizens, and stealing children and women from cities away from the castle away from her parents' oversight.

"Enough," she muttered, and rose from her seat on the steps up to the thrones, motioning for the guards to stop letting anyone else into the throne room. She ran a hand through her short brown hair and straightened her outfit; she refused to wear any courtly attire of dresses, finding short skirts and tunics a much more comfortable and easy outfit to practice in.

"I'll be training in the salle," she said to the guards as she headed toward the side door of the throne room. "I need to get rid of some steam."

 

Pantalimon wandered down a mountain, towards Numenor, although she wasn't aware. She lightly sung a few lines of an old song an old woman had taught her the week before; she wasn’t sure what it meant or which language it was but the melody was so beatuiful. With her thoughts wandering though the notes she almost missed the voice that whispered the next line to her song. After about ten mintues of expertly maneuvering the mountain she halted her step but continued to sing into the empty path. The small voice whispered back her next lyric and she spun around. “Who’s there?†her steady voice demanded, body tense but ready to move. Of course no one was there. The echo of a voice evaporated with the wind and she stood tapping her foot alone. “Someone was singing…†she told herself, not bothering to keep her voice down. With a deep breath and a toss of her head, Pan continued down the mountain, resuming her song but now listening for the whisper. Naturely, this time her voice was alone.

 

Atreyu sat on his bed at him home, packing a bag for his trip to see Keiran. He mentally checked off everything he needed: food for himself, food for Keiran, and materials to make notes with. He slung his pack over his shoulder, said a good-bye to his parents, and headed out. It was a nice day to get some training in. There was no sign of any sort of storm or bad weather, and Atreyu was thankful for that. He'd never done anything with Keiran in bad weather and didn't feel like starting today. He walked discretely through the town, watching his feet and then the sky and then his feet again. He stopped near the edge of the forest to make sure that he wasn't being followed, and that no one was going to follow him.

 

Gonna try and

Username- Fayt-Harkwind
Character name- Kain Kraus
Age- 23
Gender- male
Race- human, Dragon Knight
Powers (if any)- None, but has a pact with a dragon giving them a mental and physical link.
Background (details, please)- Having been raised in Numenor, Kain was trained to be a Dragon Slayer but as he witnessed his father slay a dragon that had been passing by he felt horrified which drove him to think alternatively. As he aged he learned how to be a Dragon Slayer but instead of slaying a dragon he was sent after he offered it a chance to escape after subduing it's rampage on a farm. As he returned to the capital without the creatures head and his explanation of letting it escaped he was charged with disobeying an order and almost killed but luckily managed to flee. He didn't make it very far before he had lost too much blood and collapsed.
Kain awoke to find himself in a fire-lit cave lay on a pile of gold near a dragon. His wounds where healed but he was still beaten up. He then recognised the dragon from before. It was the one he let escape. When the dragon awoke he felt as if he could understand it and soon realised that the dragon had pacted with him. Saving his life and making them connected. The next day after regaining his strength through sleep Kain bid the dragon fair well for now and left the cave to venture the country soon discovering he had become marked as a renegade soldier with a bounty on his head. He knew he could not die or the dragon would too so he decided to fight to live until the pact was over.
Appearance- http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff77/rafeall/black_knight-1.jpg

I love pandas, but not in the way Kuma in Tekken does >>

EDIT: Just read everyone else's OCs and saw that someone else had a similar idea in mind to mine xD

 

ooc: I see... I shall fix that right away. My apologies. May I go ahead and post with my second character in the mean time?

 

OOC: Alright Fayt-Harkwind your character is accepted as well; its all good if its similar to another :)

Random Angel: yeah, go ahead and post with the second character for sure; oh and just to confirm there is a "heaven/hell" concept but no beings from either world exist on the mainland :D

BIC: Goldwin settled into a corner of the salle, sitting on her knees and sighing. She felt happy to be alone, to think through all the issues she'd been dealing with all morning. There wasn't much she could do; trade was just well enough to keep the country alive and not too many citizens were disappearing without notice.

"That's just the way Moraning wants it," she muttered, pulling her sword out of its sheath from her side. The blade was over five feet long, short for a sword with a hand-and-a-half handle that she'd been practicing with for over ten years. The leather was worn but she took good care of the weapon; it was her only levy between life and death when she battled the Dragons just outside the city.

Gabriel of Moraning frowned down at the man in front of him, his eyes cold with resentment with a smirk set on his face. He'd been tracking the damn son of a b.itch for days now; his wanted poster had been up for weeks for being suspected of treason to the Lord of Moraning.

"I'll ask you one more time," he muttered, his patience almost gone. The man remained resolute even though Gabriel had beaten and cornered him almost an hour ago. "Who are you working for? What country?"

The wanted man grinned, blood covering his teeth, several now missing. "Why do you care?" he snapped. "I know who you are; information's my thing. Gabriel the smart-ass kid from the academy that has morality issues... you have problems with the way things are going, don't you?"

Gabriel narrowed his eyes and punched the man hard in his upper jaw; he could feel the bone fracture and his fist burned. "What the hell do you know about me? A spy from Numenor, aren't you?"

The man didn't cry out from Gabriel's blow; his smile only widened, more crooked and pained now. "Doesn't matter," he cackled, coughing up blood onto Gabriel's cloak. "This country may be rich and powerful with its dark magic but Numenor's aching to get all the world together against you. Join us and we'll have an inside man-"

Gabriel threw the man onto the cobblestoned ground, kicking his side and breaking half his ribs; this time his prey did cry out, and Gabriel set his boothell on the man's windpipe, stopping his movement.

"B.astard," he snapped. "I may not have much pride in this land but I've got some dignity; tell me who you're working for and what they're planning and I'll kill you fast... won't even make your damnable ghost stick around for a couple hundred years instead of letting you rest."

"Sorry, Gabe," the man groaned. "Not gonna happen."

 

ooc- I edited her profile. Is it any better now?

Micheal Black sat lazily in his throne, half dazed and uncaring to the activities around him. "There must be someone to toy with..." He glanced around the throne room, seeing how his gaurds shaked uneasily when he looked at them. He tried to be fair and nice to all of his l oyal subjects and for the most part they loved him. But whenever he had nothing better to do he's known to torture the nearest person emotionally for whatever pittiful reason. "Hmm... Everyone seems to be doing their jobs correctly today..." He muttered with a sigh. Maybe he should be treating his job more seriously... But he just could not seem to focus today for whatever reason.

 

Blade had just arrived Numenor and began walking down the street. On his back was his two huge swords he used to fight with. He had one hand in his pocket and looked a the other hand which had a piece of paper in it so...this is Numenor Blade thought to himself

 

OOC: Random Angel- yes, looks good to me, thanks for making the changes :)

TwilightBlader- make sure you color-code you character so we can tell which person is which easily at a glance :) your main character can be any color you want thats not taken and side, temporary characters without names (like the one in my last post) dont need color.

 

Numenor... How did I end up here...? Though smart in many fields, Alice had aboustely no sense of direction. Odd seeing how she's from a clan of nomads. Maybe it was a bad thing I went out on my own... Alice had ran away from her clan only a week ago and now she sat just a few feet past the border of Numenor, nearly dying of thirst and hunger. If she could walk she could find something she could eat and drink... But her legs had gave out under her and would no longer work properly. "I hope someone finds me before I die... That'd be so lame if, after all I've done, I just died like a loser..." Alice stubbornly got up, not wanting to relay on someone else for help- Mage nomad rule number twenty-seven: Never get yourself in a debt to someone outside of the clan. It'd bound you to an area. She felt blood drip from her chin as she pushed herself forward...

 

Pantalimon continued her way singing for about an hour before she actually saw some another person. She also saw country boundries. "Hm, I haven't been this far in..." she paused her steps to mentally calculate, "five years? Yes that's right." shrugging and continuing to move she realized that person she saw had fallen down, gotten up, and looked ready to pass out. Without missing a beat Pan veered her path and took hold of the girl's arm just before she fell again. "whoops, watch yourself." she warned, "You look ready to die, need some water?" pulling a small flask from her belt, she offered the girl a draft. "You must not travel much, but a good rule of thumb is to never travel without water. At least you knew to travel towards civilization. But you know there is a fresh stream back up the hill a ways?"

 

Goldwin could hear the guards finally catching up with her, circling the practice arena as they were supposed to. She sighed, sitting up balancing the pommel of her blade on her palm.

"Perfectly balanced," she muttered to herself. "Just as it should be."

Gabriel sighed, wanting more information out of the man even though he seemed to know too much about his conflicting thoughts. He was tempted to step down on the man's throat and crush the life out of him, but he wasn't that cold-hearted.

He drew within his mind for a moment, drawing on his mage power that he'd learned about at the Necromancy Academy. A blue ball of fire sprung to life in his right hand, and he pointed it directly at the man's heart.

"Goodbye, then," he murmured. "Even though you didn't talk you'll still fetch a good price from your poster." He sent the fire blazing at the man's heart, burning his flesh down to the vital organ until the man's shrieks subsided and he stopped moving.