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The man frowned as he walked down the cold grey steps. Each turn of the winding stairs and it got darker and darker. He fingered the amulet around his neck pensively as he cautiously walked into the darkness. Suddenly, he reached the bottom, wails of pain and anguish filled the air as he walked into the next room. Blood stained the floors and only a few torches provided little light to the room. Throughout the room, various torture devices were placed about, most of them in use. The man gulped and turned back towards the duke.
"Can We go back? I've made my decision" His eyes pleaded with the duke's but the only response they got was a cruel smile.
"Sorry Darius but you haven't received the full tour." Darius cringed at the duke's words. He didn't think he would get off that easy. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the duke's powerful voice. "As you can see here, these are the dungeons, I keep my citizens in line with the threat of going here." He chuckled again and smiled, revealing two rows of perfect white, dazzling teeth. He pointed to a corridor near the end of the room. He beckoned Darius forward as the two made their way over. Uh oh, Darius thought. This can't be good/ He followed the duke into the hall where he was appalled by what he saw. Cages lined the walls and each scene was more horrible than the next, wild wolves calmly chewed a severed leg in one pen, while in other, the charred remains of what could have been a person scattered throughout the floor of he cage. The biggest shock though, was the cage at the end of the hall. A simple plaque next to it read, "Darius Molisk" Darius gasped. There was a cell prepared for him! He grudgingly turned to the duke and bowed, submitting to him. The duke smiled and laughed, his rise to power would be complete soon.
BACKGROUND: This is set in medieval time, the duke Alister Del'Acke has recently been taking over towns and cities to increase his empire. A handful of major cities are left untouched, but there is limited time for them as the duke has been preparing armies for weeks, getting ready to take them over too. Although crushed, some citizens in the cities and towns have talked of revolution and revolt, as quiet as this talk is though, the duke has his suspicions that this is happening so the rebels need to act fast. There are also many loyal subjects to the duke, undead and mortal alike. (The duke is well versed in the art of necromancy among other things.)
RULES: All campfire stories rules are in effect for this roleplay, god modding will definitely not be tolerated! NOTE: This is not a fair game! The Duke may arrest anyone he likes and have them imprisoned or tortured, he can have anyone cut down in the street for doing so much as looking at him. This is a dictatorship and whining about fairness will not be tolerated!
Player Roles: Players can be anything, really. Royal advisors, resistance leaders, simple peasants, guards, anything as long as it makes sense. No Demi gods or anything like that. Rank will be on a first come, first serve basis, and if you are the first one to claim resistance leader, then you are the resistance leader. However, if you are a high rank you will have more expectations than a lowly member so keep that in mind.
CHARACTER SHEET: I will use mine for an example
Name: Alister (Last name unknown) (Sir or duke to you if you value your life)
Age: 38
Race: Drow (Dark Elf)
Occupation: King of an Empire
Loyalty: Loyal to the crown
Skills and abilities: Necromany, Elemental Magic, Very sneaky and uses many cloaking spells. Extremely persuasive.
Appearance: About 6' 3" tall, he stands proud and radiates power. On his face is one empty eye socket and a long jagged scar to go with it. He wears a black robe with red runelike symbols sewed into the fabric. Atop his head rests a black pointy hat, with a single red symbol on the front. He wears a black mask that covers his eyes and his jagged thin nose.
Short History: Born to nobles in the main city of his empire, he quickly ascended the ranks of royalty using his charisma and magical power. He has made many of his subjects fear him and treat him as a god. A few years ago he started up his own religion, and gets very rich from the fools who follow it.
And now for the starting of the roleplay: Alister grinned as he walked through the crowded markets of the main city, people looked upon him in fear and horror as he passed. He could see them whisper to the ones next to them, scared. No less than six elite guards followed him wherever he went and they were trained to protect him to the death. Not that anyone would try anything anyway. He was well known for his powers in necromancy and used it to exert his dominance. Smiling, he casually flicked a wrist out in the air, the ground shook slightly as three skeleton warriors crawled out of the fissure. Their grinning skull looked at Alister, and he commanded them with full force.
"Grab that child!" The duke snarled as the skeleton minions did as they were told. They seized the frightened boy by the arms and drug him in front of Alister. The boy resembled a rabbit, quivering and frightened. "What's yer' name boy? The child trembled and stuttered when he answered.
"M..my name is T..Thomas."He stammered out his answer and looked up at the duke, his face twisted in fear.
"Well it's as good as dead now, do with him as you wish." The skeletons drug the boy kicking and screaming into the fissure, where it closed up behind them. The duke chuckled to himself, today had turned out better than expected. The child's mother exploded into weeping and crying as she realized the child was lost. As her wails got louder and louder, Alister nodded to some guards. The guards immediately got out some chains and shackled hem to the woman's arms. She was still crying as they dragged her away. That oughta' show em'. Alister thought to himself as he continued his stroll through he market. He fancied some grog, he would get some for free at the Drunken Paladin, his favorite bar.
"Can We go back? I've made my decision" His eyes pleaded with the duke's but the only response they got was a cruel smile.
"Sorry Darius but you haven't received the full tour." Darius cringed at the duke's words. He didn't think he would get off that easy. His thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the duke's powerful voice. "As you can see here, these are the dungeons, I keep my citizens in line with the threat of going here." He chuckled again and smiled, revealing two rows of perfect white, dazzling teeth. He pointed to a corridor near the end of the room. He beckoned Darius forward as the two made their way over. Uh oh, Darius thought. This can't be good/ He followed the duke into the hall where he was appalled by what he saw. Cages lined the walls and each scene was more horrible than the next, wild wolves calmly chewed a severed leg in one pen, while in other, the charred remains of what could have been a person scattered throughout the floor of he cage. The biggest shock though, was the cage at the end of the hall. A simple plaque next to it read, "Darius Molisk" Darius gasped. There was a cell prepared for him! He grudgingly turned to the duke and bowed, submitting to him. The duke smiled and laughed, his rise to power would be complete soon.
BACKGROUND: This is set in medieval time, the duke Alister Del'Acke has recently been taking over towns and cities to increase his empire. A handful of major cities are left untouched, but there is limited time for them as the duke has been preparing armies for weeks, getting ready to take them over too. Although crushed, some citizens in the cities and towns have talked of revolution and revolt, as quiet as this talk is though, the duke has his suspicions that this is happening so the rebels need to act fast. There are also many loyal subjects to the duke, undead and mortal alike. (The duke is well versed in the art of necromancy among other things.)
RULES: All campfire stories rules are in effect for this roleplay, god modding will definitely not be tolerated! NOTE: This is not a fair game! The Duke may arrest anyone he likes and have them imprisoned or tortured, he can have anyone cut down in the street for doing so much as looking at him. This is a dictatorship and whining about fairness will not be tolerated!
Player Roles: Players can be anything, really. Royal advisors, resistance leaders, simple peasants, guards, anything as long as it makes sense. No Demi gods or anything like that. Rank will be on a first come, first serve basis, and if you are the first one to claim resistance leader, then you are the resistance leader. However, if you are a high rank you will have more expectations than a lowly member so keep that in mind.
CHARACTER SHEET: I will use mine for an example
Name: Alister (Last name unknown) (Sir or duke to you if you value your life)
Age: 38
Race: Drow (Dark Elf)
Occupation: King of an Empire
Loyalty: Loyal to the crown
Skills and abilities: Necromany, Elemental Magic, Very sneaky and uses many cloaking spells. Extremely persuasive.
Appearance: About 6' 3" tall, he stands proud and radiates power. On his face is one empty eye socket and a long jagged scar to go with it. He wears a black robe with red runelike symbols sewed into the fabric. Atop his head rests a black pointy hat, with a single red symbol on the front. He wears a black mask that covers his eyes and his jagged thin nose.
Short History: Born to nobles in the main city of his empire, he quickly ascended the ranks of royalty using his charisma and magical power. He has made many of his subjects fear him and treat him as a god. A few years ago he started up his own religion, and gets very rich from the fools who follow it.
And now for the starting of the roleplay: Alister grinned as he walked through the crowded markets of the main city, people looked upon him in fear and horror as he passed. He could see them whisper to the ones next to them, scared. No less than six elite guards followed him wherever he went and they were trained to protect him to the death. Not that anyone would try anything anyway. He was well known for his powers in necromancy and used it to exert his dominance. Smiling, he casually flicked a wrist out in the air, the ground shook slightly as three skeleton warriors crawled out of the fissure. Their grinning skull looked at Alister, and he commanded them with full force.
"Grab that child!" The duke snarled as the skeleton minions did as they were told. They seized the frightened boy by the arms and drug him in front of Alister. The boy resembled a rabbit, quivering and frightened. "What's yer' name boy? The child trembled and stuttered when he answered.
"M..my name is T..Thomas."He stammered out his answer and looked up at the duke, his face twisted in fear.
"Well it's as good as dead now, do with him as you wish." The skeletons drug the boy kicking and screaming into the fissure, where it closed up behind them. The duke chuckled to himself, today had turned out better than expected. The child's mother exploded into weeping and crying as she realized the child was lost. As her wails got louder and louder, Alister nodded to some guards. The guards immediately got out some chains and shackled hem to the woman's arms. She was still crying as they dragged her away. That oughta' show em'. Alister thought to himself as he continued his stroll through he market. He fancied some grog, he would get some for free at the Drunken Paladin, his favorite bar.