Enforcer
11-11-2004, 10:56 PM
OOC:
The fury of the catalycism has ended, but the gods wraith is not over. Five years after the destruction of Istar, the land of Krynn is left in a time plauged of death and chaos. The sky turned to a stagnant grey, while the great cities, which once stood as monuments to the great races, have crumbled and fallen. Meanwhile goblins, trolls, dragons and other abominations have massed and become hostile to the survivors of the gods fury. In the ruins of the once great city Palanthus, the inhabatants are no longer keeped in order by the solmanic knights. Murder, thievery, and contraband is the main focus of the men who reside there. Mercenaries are of great need in palanthus, not only to enforce the shattered laws, but to eliminate the growing hordes of the ferocious goblin legions.
Marious Ome, leader of a ragtag band of mercenaries hunt the heads of goblins. At 5 bronze pieces a head, Ome's mercenaries stalk the forests south of Palanthus. They have been out three days now and it is around midnight, with no goblins yet sighted and with a dwindling food supply, morale is low.
Name: Marious Ome
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Mercenary Leader
Weapons: Cracked Bronze Sword, Dirk
Armor/Clothing: Rusting Cuirass/ Leather leggins, leather boots
Appearance: Straight black hair, black piercing eyes, he is of medium stature, pale complexion
Bio: Unknown
The night was dark, darker than it has been since that fateful night five dreadful years ago. The wind blew the high oak trees, giving them the look of dancers at the old masquerade balls. While the chill of the midnight wind has descended, and the three moons shone bright. "Well the two moons shone brightly" Marious thought to himself knowing others could not see the dark moon of nunitari. Silence dominated the camp, the crackling of the fire and the dim light it produced illuminated the camp, giving it the horrific appearance that matched the ruined tower of high sorcery. Gerrick, Marious' second, and the other mercenaries were huddling in their makeshift tents for warth from the chill. Marious sighed, and sat down on a moldy log stump, he had not been able to sleep well since the departure of the gods, possibly, he thought, since buisness had turned sour. Marious recalled the events of the previous headhunt, for they had lost four men due to goblins, bringing the total amount of mercenaries in his employ down to twenty-two. The fire flickered in Marious's eyes as he fantasized of the horrific deaths of his four late co-workers, he could still hear them screaming in agony as the goblins slit them open with rusty swords and pikes, eating them alive. Marious smiled, for the first time in a year,"the enemys lurk near, I can feel it." The wind howled as the fire danced methodically to the sound, finally taking a bow to burn out. "Theyre near" Marious whispered, moving his hand to the hilt of his blade. Despite the bitter coldness, sweat fell down Marious's face. "Show yourself" Marious spoke silently, standing up and drawing his rusted broad sword. The wind howled with such intensity, it nearly blew Marious off his feet. Darkened shadows appeared at the edge of the camp site. "Show yourself!!!" Marious yelled.
Everyone Please Join in :D
Note: all comments are accepted with praise
The fury of the catalycism has ended, but the gods wraith is not over. Five years after the destruction of Istar, the land of Krynn is left in a time plauged of death and chaos. The sky turned to a stagnant grey, while the great cities, which once stood as monuments to the great races, have crumbled and fallen. Meanwhile goblins, trolls, dragons and other abominations have massed and become hostile to the survivors of the gods fury. In the ruins of the once great city Palanthus, the inhabatants are no longer keeped in order by the solmanic knights. Murder, thievery, and contraband is the main focus of the men who reside there. Mercenaries are of great need in palanthus, not only to enforce the shattered laws, but to eliminate the growing hordes of the ferocious goblin legions.
Marious Ome, leader of a ragtag band of mercenaries hunt the heads of goblins. At 5 bronze pieces a head, Ome's mercenaries stalk the forests south of Palanthus. They have been out three days now and it is around midnight, with no goblins yet sighted and with a dwindling food supply, morale is low.
Name: Marious Ome
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Race: Human
Class: Mercenary Leader
Weapons: Cracked Bronze Sword, Dirk
Armor/Clothing: Rusting Cuirass/ Leather leggins, leather boots
Appearance: Straight black hair, black piercing eyes, he is of medium stature, pale complexion
Bio: Unknown
The night was dark, darker than it has been since that fateful night five dreadful years ago. The wind blew the high oak trees, giving them the look of dancers at the old masquerade balls. While the chill of the midnight wind has descended, and the three moons shone bright. "Well the two moons shone brightly" Marious thought to himself knowing others could not see the dark moon of nunitari. Silence dominated the camp, the crackling of the fire and the dim light it produced illuminated the camp, giving it the horrific appearance that matched the ruined tower of high sorcery. Gerrick, Marious' second, and the other mercenaries were huddling in their makeshift tents for warth from the chill. Marious sighed, and sat down on a moldy log stump, he had not been able to sleep well since the departure of the gods, possibly, he thought, since buisness had turned sour. Marious recalled the events of the previous headhunt, for they had lost four men due to goblins, bringing the total amount of mercenaries in his employ down to twenty-two. The fire flickered in Marious's eyes as he fantasized of the horrific deaths of his four late co-workers, he could still hear them screaming in agony as the goblins slit them open with rusty swords and pikes, eating them alive. Marious smiled, for the first time in a year,"the enemys lurk near, I can feel it." The wind howled as the fire danced methodically to the sound, finally taking a bow to burn out. "Theyre near" Marious whispered, moving his hand to the hilt of his blade. Despite the bitter coldness, sweat fell down Marious's face. "Show yourself" Marious spoke silently, standing up and drawing his rusted broad sword. The wind howled with such intensity, it nearly blew Marious off his feet. Darkened shadows appeared at the edge of the camp site. "Show yourself!!!" Marious yelled.
Everyone Please Join in :D
Note: all comments are accepted with praise