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Roleplaying / Re: Draken's Motivation

« on: July 15, 2016, 10:35:22 AM »

The lady brought Draken to her village where she lived, she was a local expeditioner and was payed to travel across the land to create maps for the locals. Her name was Eliza and she would care for Draken for the rest of his childhood. Draken grew up mourning his family's death, he'd find many sites like that of his own disaster and would cry every single time. His hatred for people grew as he matured, he never truly moved on. He learned to read and write so that he could recognize the names of the people he wanted to kill. He trained on the many nights of exploration, stalking bandits and learning to avoid even the most alert of individuals. When they spotted him, he ran, testing his ability with every chance he could find. A child's obsession should never be underated, for they will never stop trying to achieve their goal.

As Draken reached the age of 17 a man by the name of Johns came to meet him. Johns was a noble that was seeking talent to train and had heard many tales of Draken. The man talked with such superiority, it made Draken sick. He attempted to kill Johns many times, but he was not like the bandits, he was far more aware and very skilled, he was nobility. Draken desired his power, and so traveled with Johns, leaving Eliza and his past behind.

Johns was no easy mentor, he was a feared man that far more psychotic than anything known to man. He preyed on Draken's fear and used it to torment him until he finally became numb. With his passion suppressed, Draken would surpass the expectations of many.

After a year of training, Johns made Draken his legal son and sent him out to bring fame to his family. John's other sons had not known of Draken, for he was an experiment that would never be allowed. If asked about Draken, they'd never know who you were talking about.

Draken lived a solitary life and allowed his hatred to grow far more than before. The only thing he had was his thoughts and that was the most dangerous of all. There was no guidance for his thoughts, it was a free plane for him to scorch and destroy. His desire to change the way of man has made him see himself as a saint, a man who will help guide the world to a new existence, no matter how many had to suffer to see it be.

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Roleplaying / Re: Draken's Motivation

« on: July 15, 2016, 07:01:12 AM »

The cries of the people echoed for hours as the bandits let it be known how cruel they were. Draken cried as he listened to their screams, they begged for mercy, but it never came.

Hours passed and all Draken could think about was the screaming. The sun had set, he was abandoned, alone in the darkness, a pit of his own suffering. Finally, he found courage to breath again and began to climb out of the grass. As his head began to emerge, his eyes darted around, seeking the terrible smiles of the bandits. He stood there for several minutes, waiting for the bandits to suddenly jump out and take him away, but they never came. As half his body became visible to the world again, he heard a crunch in the distance. He froze, completely petrified. Another hour passed and he slowly began to move again, feeling more confident with the more he emerged.

Finally, Draken had climbed out of he ditch. He brushed the dead grass off his dirty tunic and climbed towards where the wagon once was, he dared not stand, so he crawled on all fours. As he grew nearer, he finally realized that he'd actually rolled pretty far away. How he survived, he did not know.

The silhouette of the abandoned wagon stood in the darkness. The trees broke just enough for the moon to shine down upon it. Dark blotches of liquid surrounded the shadow as it loomed. Draken continued to crawl towards the wagon, holding onto the little hope he had left. He suddenly felt a big bump, he peered down to find the dead body of a man glaring at him with the eyes of death. He gasped and backed away quickly. He crawled quickly in his panic and ran into a body leaning against the tree he'd been hunched near not too long ago, it slumped onto him seemingly trying to drag him into his grave. He jumped up and ran into the middle of the trail, as he turned to look where he was previously, he nearly vomited. He'd been crawling over the bodies of his fellow travelers the entire time.  He turned away to find two bodies leaning against the wagon. It was his mother and father.

Draken dropped to his knees, he couldn't stop looking at their faces... the frozen terror that was drawn upon them!  He shoved his face into his hands and screamed for far longer than he could count. His world was truly over, everything he knew was gone. He crawled over to the corpses of his parents and hugged them gingerly, screaming apologies, begging for another chance. He couldn't accept this, he began to shake them, commanding them to wake up. He didn't know what to do, he was lost and that once awe inspiring world was now his biggest nightmare. He shaked and shaked the bodies, screaming and begging, until he found a hand on his shoulder. He turned slowly, teary eyed, to find a woman standing over him.

"Hello my child", she said in a sweet caring voice. She peered over his shoulder and gave him a warn smile, "Do not cry, for this is the way that things are.", She said as she hugged him. Draken's tears slowly began to fade and his eyes began to grow cold. This was not the way things should be, he thought. "Come with me child, I will take you.", Said the lady as she escorted him down the road.

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Roleplaying / Draken's Motivation

« on: July 15, 2016, 05:07:36 AM »

(I've come under a hard decision for one of my evil characters , so I've decided to plot his origin and ideals to help me decide... and I also I get to practice my writing skills ^^ opinions welcomed

If it's bad, tell me or else I can never get better...)

The wind blew softly as the caravan strolled down the road. The sun was setting and the trees glowed an orange haze. The strong horses waltzed noisily against the stone as their hooves clacked. They carried a wagon, inside  was a young boy by the name of Draken and few others that had a taste for adventure. He stared behind them, watching as the trees passed and the stone turned to dirt. His brown eyes were filled with a bright light, innocent and pure, never faltering or fading. As he stared at the road, noticed the green trees littered the sides of the road and the grass was nearly as high as the boy himself! He was in a whole new world with many places to explore.

Suddenly something caught his eye,  a butterfly flew into the wagon, it was an oddly colored one, but it was surely beautiful. Draken reached out to grab it as it grew near, he reached and reached, yearning to grasp the insect. He followed as it wizzed left and right, he swiped at it, always missing by the tiniest of distances. The butterfly flapped nearer and nearer until it landed on his brown, dirty, untamed hair. Draken looked up to follow the path of the bug, but found himself on his back quickly, landing with a loud thud.

He rubbed his head and watched the butterfly fly away triumphant. Disappointed he hung his head in shame, as he sat there, he realised something had changed. The road had stopped moving and the chatter was gone. He turned around to see that everyone was looking forward, he climbed over the crowd and did the same, wondering what was so interesting that it warranted so much attention. Ahead of the road was a group of men, they smiled as they held their axes and moved closer. Their hide clothes and crooked helmets showed their ill intention. Draken looked into the woods and found that there were even more, slowly encircling the group of travelers , some with shields, others with bows and arrows. They all grinned menacingly as the gap between them and the wagon closed. "Surely the guard will keep us safe!", Proclaimed Draken as his eyes searched for the old man. A few chuckles came from the woods as the words echoed, there in the center of the road, layed the old man with a few arrows sticking out of his chest.

Draken's eyes filled with horror as he witnessed death for the first time. The old man may have been bitter at times, but he was truly kind heated and sweet on the inside. Now, however... he was dead. Suddenly the wagon began to shake violently as the bandits rocked it back and forth, laughing as the people begged for them to stop. Soon the wagon turned on its side and the travelers came spilling out, they yelped as they hit the dirt hard, some rolled, while others simply collided with the ground. Draken was small and light and so, the force of the wagon sent him rolling farther than anyone else. He rolled until he suddenly fell into a ditch covered by tall dead grass. A bandit wandered by in search for him, but easily overlooked the patch of grass that hid the terrified small boy. Draken cried as he realized what would happen, the picture of the old man still stood in his mind... paralyzing him. His breathing slowed as the crunch of the grass grew louder. The man's grunts and breathes broke the air as he grew more and more frustrated in his search for the boy. Draken held his breathe, praying for a divine force to protect him from the fate of the old man! The air stood still and only the sound of nature could be heard. "Aha!", Came a harsh voice! Draken's heart stopped and he sobbed as he could feel the menacing stare. He wanted to run but couldn't find the strength, he wanted to do something but he just couldn't! The footsteps grew louder and faster, Draken's heart began to pound louder and louder. This was the end surely! Suddenly the footsteps stopped just a few feet away.

"I found it!", Came the harsh voice as it jogged back towards the wagon.

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Dwilight / Re: End of SA?

« on: July 12, 2016, 04:41:49 AM »

Time to Kneel before the great war pony and kill all.

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Beluaterra / Re: Spearhold

« on: July 10, 2016, 09:43:57 AM »

In my memmory it takes longer to built an 80/80 infiltrator than 2 months. That's without the having to get enough h/p to be even considered when you have to start over with a new knight.

True, though it doesn't take more than a few months, I assure you. No more than a year guaranteed (if you're not lazy)

I'm sorry, but an infiltrator rarely trains in the academy all the way to 80/80. That is wasteful in the gold department and boring, around 50/50 or 60/60, you train through the actions and deeds of killing militia because it trains both infiltration and swordfight.
A boss infiltrator is in the 90/90 area... 80/80 is just someone who hasn't died yet. Though, great impossible feats can still be commonly accomplished in the 70/70 area.

The Infiltrator class requirements for honour and prestige can be gathered within a month, hunting rouges. Inna war, twice as quickly.

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Beluaterra / Re: Spearhold

« on: July 10, 2016, 04:40:59 AM »

you dont have a boss infil vic whatchu talkin bout

I HAD an infiltrator...

After I made a new account I stopped playing only Infil so I could experience the rest of the game. My swordskill was one of the highest in Atamara and I stabbed Ottar, ruler of Tara. I HAD a boss infiltrator 

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Beluaterra / Re: Spearhold

« on: July 09, 2016, 10:54:13 PM »

Building a good infil takes ages. Even if he does come back, I doubt Spearhold would ever see him as an infil. First you need the honor and prestige and then the swordfighting and the infil at insane high levels to be effective.

(skilled infiltrator here)

Takes about two months to log in and train. Upon then, everything else is literally just increasing as you do minor infiltrator tasks like killing militia and damage production .

Once you get passed the train phase, it's a fun class to play ^^

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East Island / Re: Really Eponlynn?

« on: July 08, 2016, 10:27:41 AM »

What about a reset of the whole continent, with new realms everywhere with a few lands. And every player currently on it, gets distributed randomly in any of these realms across the continent.

No more history, no more fighting over who has done or said what ten thousand years ago.

Now that would sound nice.

That would be nice. I can see it in my head... a world starting from diplomatic scratch. It would be a massive reach for power in the beginning, everyone would be fighting... no rules set by past, no people hunted for holding their flag... just a huge fight for power. Just like it was supposed to be from the beginning... From the crossroads of war, sprouts people fed up with the crooked ways of their king, so they say "I want to be a king too!" So off they go, to make realms, struggling to truly be accepted as a sovereign realm. Creating another circle of war to prove their own power.

Oh no... what is this I see... oh dear... I feared it would come! Hide me please! It is the people who don't like change! No, stay away ! Please don't do this... it's for the good of the game! What? "Don't tell me how to play?" But! It'll make the game fun! "You ruined MY game". No! Can't you just allow us to try something new?! "NO! How dare you be so selfish!". But... but... okay :c

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BM General Discussion / Re: Stuff about Battlemaster I enjoy.

« on: July 07, 2016, 08:54:07 PM »

Aww that's a pity. Well at least I didn't have no support, there are two other rebels...

Oh a figure of speech. Anyways I got some experience from this, it sure was fun planning out stuff!

Hic Sunt Leones,

During a planning of rebellion, I typically do not seek out people by tapping someone in the shoulder and asking them to join. You have to be a bit more clever than that, you have people that want to benefit by looking good for spoiling a rebellion and you have Constantine who believes because you are old, you are obviously savvy and more worthy! (His ideal is not shared by me, but by others no doubt)

Don't let the harsh words bring you down, experience is a good thing. I couldn't have stabbed a ruler if I didn't know that 100 soldiers is a death trap for infiltrators. This is just another story for your character or something to think back upon.

"Do not insult my intelligence" isn't a saying... it is a defensive phrase. Hence the command "Do not insult!" Is in the phrase, accompanied by "my" stating "Do not insult me!" With a direct object of "intelligence" leading to "Do not insult my intelligence."

You did not insult his intelligence and I don't know why he thinks you were lying to him (this is an OOC discussion, there is no reason to lie), but meh.

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Beluaterra / Re: Spearhold

« on: July 06, 2016, 11:35:45 PM »

is this an rp thread

I don't see why not, we're a RP realm after all. Just has to relevant to the topic is the rule for all threads I believe.

I am fairly sure he knows that something aint quite right with Usul....and Erasmus

I am enjoying this island a lot. When I came back after some time off, I was specifically looking for an evil realm to place Usul into, to match his own characteristics. When he was in the Far East, although the realm wasn't particularly evil, they turned a blind eye to some of his antics. Here in Spearhold, Usul feels more at ease.

However, out-of-character I have been pondering a while over how to integrate Usul into the realm although he Worships his own demon Zraath. I shall have to get down to catching up on some RP's.
Basically there are still many missing pages from Usul's book, so Usul is unsure if there is any connection between Akkan and Zraath. He will follow Akkan under the premise that Akkan is doing the work of Zraath, until proved otherwise.
Erasmus though....doesn't really favour Akkan, the professed demon god. He just doesn't seem to connect with him... for some strange reason....

You could just roleplay the confusion going on in your head as you want to believe that Akkan and Domina are the true gods while you have the counter force of Erasmus attempting to pry at your beliefs. This will make for an interesting clash of belief vs family. I'd evovle it to the point that there is a violent showdown the forces Usul to decide, but that's just me.

Time to sink it!

But... But... I like the island 

It seems imminent that Netherworld forces will overtake Beluaterra...
What then?
War for dominance between worshipers of different Demons?
Or sunk of another continent?

The end of humanity on BT is unlikely, it will most likely not end in daemonic factions due to the fact that players refuse to worship daimons (because everyone's the golden good guy who will never be evil). What I see is Daimon Worshippers vs Humanity. That's just my hopeful thinking however, because I truly don't know 

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BM General Discussion / Re: Stuff about Battlemaster I enjoy.

« on: July 04, 2016, 10:44:32 PM »

I don't think I'm that good at writing roleplays, but sure.
For me, I just write what comes to mind (I hardly spend a moment to think of what I've written, sometimes I'll reread and correct errors etc. But no true brainstorm. It's just a short story

Roleplay from Draken Druezar   (2 days ago)
message to all nobles of Spearhold
Draken stared at Reeds at the horizon under the cover of his black shrouded cloak, the walls towered over the trees. It would be a pleasant site to watch those walls fall! The echoes of the voices filled him with hatred! The lies were flowing deep in these lands, he could feel them at their roots. Disgusted, he turned way from the walls.

His camp of men were near invisible, they walked through towns with no opposition what so ever. These elites were no simple war party, for they had been trained for this very situation.

The darkness was their home. It sheltered them from the lies of the world. It fed them with the blood of evil and kept them warm with the bodies gifted by justice. It was a job not many could do, but then again... not everyone could be a hero.

Those walls will fall.

Roleplay from Draken Druezar   (18 days, 13 hours ago)
Message sent to everyone in the region Tahgalez (13 recipients)
Draken peered over the walls at the corpses that still stained the dirt. The bodies appeared to be writhing in pain as they stiffened from the lack of life, their sweat and tears only made the stench worse as they began to shroud the city in a wild musk.

With contempt, Draken walked back into the town. He preached the way of the truth to any who was near and and gripped his lasher in case of nonconformists.

It was an interesting city... His great great great uncle had told him many stories of this land. How chaotic it was and how dead the nobles seemed. A chuckle escaping his lips as he reminisced on how NOW the nobles WERE dead.

Roleplay from Nezar Druezar   (3 days, 6 hours ago)
message to all nobles of Swordfell
Nezar stared at his letters as the men rallied for the second attack.

They'd absorbed quite a bit of damage and many lay wounded or dying. However, the will of Swordfell would bring them to rise to the occasion once again, it was assured.

As Nezar came upon the notice for the upcoming elections, he pondered whether he should run for a position. It was a hard political task that required a great deal of knowledge, had he this divine knowledge? Even if he'd come across such knowledge, had he the support of his fellow countrymen?

With a sigh, Nezar discarded the notice and continued to sift notes, the time was not right for Nezar... Perhaps another day he'd find a way to bring change to this continent and bring it upon a world of excitement like in the stories of his elders.

Roleplay from Nezar Druezar   (28 days ago)
(Personal message to Kaylee)
The stench was REPULSIVE, it almost made Nezar want to puke. With pure willpower, he fought the tears and said most likely the bravest thing he's ever said before, "It is fine. I'll search it."

As the words left his lips, regret quickly followed. As he stepped forward into the room, his boots met a pool of vomit immediately. He'd stepped in blood, he'd stepped in mud, but he'd never stepped in vomit before... it's something he'd never wish to repeat ever again surely.

He hovered over one of the passed out noble, his face was hidden in the dark, but the stench of ale was strong with this one. Nezar slowly raised the sheets to discover that the man had no purse. Unfortunate...

With a quick step, Nezar came upon the next one who slept. As Nezar raised the covers, a sudden flash of gold began to shine bright, so bright that it awake both men.

They stared at Nezar confused for a moment, not realizing what they were seeing, they rub their eyes in disbelief. Suddenly they pounced from their covers, they hacked at Nezar but their swings were slow due to their drowsiness. He kicked one away and threw the other out of the room, hoping that Kaylee may deal with him instead. Nezar looked at the sheet with gold and found that this was indeed his, for he made a small mark on each of his coins to ensure it's legitimacy. As the he turned to meet the one he'd kicked away, he found a man sprawled across the floor attempting to regain his senses. He raised his hands hoping to block whatever may come down upon him, he begged for forgiveness and made empty promises. "You have wronged me! And for this, you will pay a consequence... it is not of equal value, but it will have to suffice!" Said the Nezar as he raise his sword. The man's eyes filled with fear as he knew his fate. Nezar came down with a force far too superior for the noble's hands to withstand. He plunged the sword into the noble's chest and watched as the life vanished from his eyes.

The deed was done, he turned to face the door thinking how Kaylee had served him well, seeing as how a sword was not protruding from his chest.... perhaps she deserved more gold, let us say perhaps... 100 coins. It was nothing compared to what Nezar held in the bank, but it was a fair share.

Also,

Yah rebellions are really hard... requires extreme planning and carful execution. When I rebel, normally I have to turn everyone against the ruler by exploiting every small thing he does... even then I can't guarantee support ;P

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BM General Discussion / Re: Stuff about Battlemaster I enjoy.

« on: July 04, 2016, 06:35:12 AM »

I guess I do plot...

Because I write roleplays , see what I did there? 

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East Island / Re: Really Eponlynn?

« on: June 30, 2016, 11:35:48 PM »

People jumping into wars that they have no business in? GOSH DARNIT CALIGUS! Oh wait... ?

I'm interested in seeing their reasoning...

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BM General Discussion / Re: What motivate you to first started play Battlemaster?

« on: June 22, 2016, 05:20:47 AM »

Bump

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BM General Discussion / Re: What motivate you to first started play Battlemaster?

« on: June 21, 2016, 11:32:39 PM »

I sifted through many RP game directories, which constantly brought up repeated results. There was only one directory I found (can't remember which) which had Battlemaster listed. It stood out to me because it hadn't came up in any of the previous searches. I was specifically looking for something that was simple and not heavily graphical.

This game was the first time I ever experienced roleplay in its true written sense. It was very different to me, like no other game I have come across. I became intrigued by the roleplay aspect. I always get bored with games after a time, but Battlemaster is the only game I ever return to.

Yes, this is also what I find interesting in Battlemaster, it's not like really any other RP game I've seen. There is no drive to ruin the other person's roleplay but instead make a better one together.

In other communities people do everything possible to gain the advantage over the rules to always "win". In Battlemaster, this is not a very big issue. It is a game for people who like to read and tell stories, it is a game for strategists and politicians. It's truly unique.