A World in Chaos

[Glaurung]

Rules

1. Don't be inappriopriate.
2. Don't god-mod.
3. Try to give me ideas on what the heck this world is going to be like, because I only have a small portion of it though out in my head.
4. Have Fun!!

My Character

Name: Arghannus Valrahir
Age: 266
Race: Dark-Elf
Gender: Male
Occupation: Sorcerer
Weapon: A staff, though he usually just casts spells.
Physical Description: Tall (6'5"), thin, sliver hair, red eyes, long and spindly fingers, black and red robes.
Personality: Neutral, secretive, and calm. Occasionally, he will flare up, but he usually doesn't show very much emotion, if any, pride and confidence.
Background: Arghannus left Dark-Elf society to pursue his own ambitions, instead of what he was assigned by the elders. He gets even more quiet than usual if the topic comes up, and looks down upon other dark-elves who are still completely devoted to their rituals and customs. Because hhe was able to escape form the shackles of his heritage, Arghannus has become one of the greatest sorcerers in history, and is still gaining knowledge and power. However, he has not fought in many decades. Nonetheless, he is a dangerous foe and a valuable ally.

Arghannus is busy studying in his private library, when a messanger boy appears, giving him an urgent letter warning him that the Twisted Claw orc tribe is headed toward his tower. Partially annoyed, and partially bored, he places a few wards on the tower, and goes back to reading a dusty old tome, caring little for barbaric orcs. "The dim-witted things should stay in their mountains. Let them take care of Morgidaaz and his cult....Now, where was I? Ah, yes, page 762."

[Spyells]

Eryc walked though the forest lost in thought. He had been meditating by himself for awhile now and he knew that it was time to go back. Eryc could sense that something was coming and he was worried that it might lead the world to a catastrophe. Eryc sighed and walked back toward the path he had taken to get here. He was going back to the village to tell his leaders of what he feared was coming. Eryc was a light elf and one of the greatest sorcerers of his time. Eryc was quiet and didn't speak his mind often. He had purple skin, blue eyes, long blue hair, and wore a white robe. He was about 6'0 tall. In his hand was a Rowan staff brimming with the power of moonlight. It was at it's strongest at night and every night before Eryc went to bed he left the staff out to soak up the rays of the moon.

When Eryc walked into his village everyone was dancing away. It was a festival. He knew that this was going to be the last celebration in a long time. Eryc traversed over to his leader who was sitting outside enjoying the festivities.
"May I have a word?" Eryc asked bowing.
The other elf looked at him with merriment in his eyes.
"This is a time of celebration my friend. We don't have time for political matters right now. Tell me tomorrow."
Eryc watched the lead elf who had the same purple skin as he did, go back to socializing with the light elves around him. Eryc wanted to tell him that he wasn't for sure if there was going to be a tomorrow. Sighing, Eryc went back to his hut to rest. He had a bad feeling that he was going to need it.

[Glaurung]

After finishing his book and studying a few maps, Arghannus decided to check on the orcs' progress. The minor wards he placed would hold, but he still wished to be sure. He ascended up the many stairs of his obsidian tower until he reached the top level, the Chamber of Seeing. It was a wide, octagon-shaped room, with a great, ornate throne in the center. The base of the throne was connected to a rotating mechanism, which could be operated by a small lever on the inside of the left armrest. The walls weren't made of the obsidian of the tower, but rather enchanted glass, from which the mighty, ancient mage could see all without fear of the glass shattering from the impact of a large bird. He sat himself down and rotated the chair so that it faced east, to the goblinhole mountains, where most of the orc tribes thrived, including the Twisted Claw tribe. He spoke a word of command, and he instantly saw the approaching tribe, as though he was a bird flying overhead. What he saw caused his slight concern to become a wave of dread. The tribe seemed to have multiplied, for the great horde he saw advancing was many times the number of what the message boy sent. Not only that, but the orcs were allied with goblins, trolls, wargs.....and five dragons. Yes, dragons, the great reptilian monsters of old, who the achmage thought to be all but vanished. "Impossible...there is no way...unless-" Arghannus turned his magical sight towards the rear of the army, and his hunch proved true. Several priests of Morgidaaz, God of Death, Disease, and Decay were marching with them, their signature black-and-night-blue robes flowing, while muttering unholy incantations to draw all evil to them, including the dragons. "So...it has come at last: the great war of our time. I have anticipated this moment, but in the far future, not so soon....Perhaps I have retained a neutral position long enough. The only question is, which side?" While pondering this, Arghannus made a note in his head to strengthen the wards on his tower.

[Game_Punk]

A woman screams in the background a strong looking man hangs from a tree while a priest in black robes laughs at the woman's sorrow, then kills her with his dark magic. As the priest continues to laugh a boy of about thirteen cries at the sight hidden in the shadows the priest doesn't see the boy. As he continues to cry the boys sadness turns into pure rage, a mad smile crosses his face as he pulls out a small knife and charges at the priest. Before he can react the boy stabs him in the heart.

Waking from his dreams Jackson smiles at the memory of his first kill. "And there will be many more to come." he whispers to himself standing he looks up at the moon, constantly full, tonight it has a yellow tint to it. "it keeps getting darker, the crimson night is coming and with it my freedom." Jackson walks over to the edge of the nearby cliff and looks down. Endless plains stretches below, what was once his home town was down there, now after three years he would start towards the heart of Morgidaaz's cult.

[Spyells]

After the festivities had ended later that night, Eryc looked up at the moon with dread. His beloved moon had a slight yellow tint to it. Eryc knew that the time was coming when the long awaited war would begin. Inside Eryc's hut was a round table made out of wood and a stool in the center of the room. His bed was next to his window and on his wall was an ancient scroll. It came from a time long past written by light elves of old. It explained of the coming war that Eryc felt so sure in his bones was getting closer to his home at every second.

Although he knew his leader would be unhappy with him for disturbing his sleep, Eryc knew that this could no longer be avoided. Eryc walked out of his hut and headed through the little village. He kept going until he reached the biggest hut that was in the middle. This was where his leader and his family lived. Eryc knocked his staff on the ground a few times and coughed to announce his arrival. One of the servants poked his head out sizing Eryc up and down then he spoke.
"What is your business here?" He asked.
"I would like to speak to our ruler. A troubling sign in the stars has led me to believe that we are all in grave danger." Eryc replied.
The leader much to Eryc's surprise poked his head out the door and looked at Eryc in disdain.
"Didn't I tell you to wait until morning?"
"Yes, sire you did. But I'm afraid that we may not have until morning. I'm afraid that the Orcs have been assembling and are headed our way. The crimson night is coming and we must be ready. We must prepare for war."
No one said a word for a moment. Eryc hesitated then continued.
"What's worse is that the Orcs have allied with the goblins, wargs, trolls, and dragons. I fear that the dark magic that they are using is going to be our downfall if we aren't ready. All of my students are ready for a battle, but are our troops?"
Eryc fell silent afraid that he had already toed the line too much. His leader said nothing and motioned for his servant to come back inside. He told Eryc to stay put for a moment. Eryc just hoped that he had gotten though to him.

[Glaurung]

As Arghannus was in the Chamber of Seeing, he picked up another presence: a relatively small light-elf village, which happened to be right in the army's path. Normally, such a place would have drawn no attention from the powerful archmage, but one particular being in the village caught his eye. It was a young mage, being but a child compared with Arghannus, and yet, he could sense that the magic flowed deep with this one. The light-elf had much training left to go, but Arghannus could tell that he had enormous potential. "Intriguing...." Using a simple mustering spell, he summoned a raven, attatched a note, and sent it to the light-elf sorcerer. "I do hope that the orcs do not reach you anytime soon.....my new apprentice..."

[Soraslittleangel]

'Lerane Evergreen. Warrior.Protecter for all that is good. And bearer of a....Ham and cheese sandwhich.' The young girl laugh. She had just been to a village the reminded her of home. A few of the mothers there helped Lerane in regaining her strenght and also giving her some food for her journey. Lerane looked up at the sky. 'So the time is coming.' She siegh. 'I'm ready for you.' Lerane continued to walk along the long pathway in the middle of no where. She had no idea where she was going. Or more importantly who would be there when she arrived.

[Emorene]

As the Twisted Claw Orc tribe advanced, one of the few Orc sorcerers among them marched forward with his fellow Orcs. He stood out in his dark blue robe, his appearance not that of the many Orcs with him. He did not carry any of the weapons Orcs commonly used, rather he held in hand a long blue staff. His tribe was to attack the nearby tower home to a powerful Dark-Elf sorcerer. He did not trust these Dark-Elves, and so he looked forward to ending this one's life so he could protect not only his but the lives of his tribe. The Dark-Elves seemed to have these assumptions that all Orcs were mindless barbaric warriors, that knew only how to destroy. Eltiri knew he would have to prove that assumption wrong the only way Dark-Elves would claim an Orc knew how- to fight.

[Spyells]

As his leader talked with his servant, Eryc shifted uncomfortably. He was thinking about what was going to happen if the army wasn't summoned soon. He was just about to step inside the hut to see what was taking so long when he heard the sound of a bird flying over head. Eryc looked up curiously to see a raven. It was coming toward him which he thought was strange. Stranger still was that the raven had a piece of paper in it's beak. It dropped the paper at Eryc's feet and cawed. Eryc looked at it strangely. He picked up the paper and was just about to read it when his leader walked out of the hut.
"We believe you. We have already sent a runner to mass the army. Thank you Eryc. Your loyalty to your people will never be forgotten."
Eryc bowed.
"Thank you sir. I hope that I can do whatever it takes to help out our little village. Even if we lose the battle we can still win the war."
Eryc hurried away from his leader to go back to his hut. He pulled out the paper once he was inside to read it. He wasn't prepared for what he saw on the page.

[Game_Punk]

(Right about rule three does this mean you want us to make up the world as we go?)


"Hm, that Dark-Elf seems to be getting more attention then he's worth." Jackson stares into the distance, a tall dark tower just barely visible on the horizon. "And there's my prey." he looks down at the army heading towards the tower. His now cursed eyes giving him perfect sight at even the greatest distances, he glares down at the priests summoning dark creatures to their cause. "Good this should be fun" then focusing in on the top of the tower he senses the Dark-Elf's presence "lets see who's side you chose first, I wouldn't want to leave you alive only to come back for you." With that he sprints towards the forest that the dark army is heading towards, the thrill of a battle pulsing through his veins.

[Glaurung]

(Rule 3 meant that if you have a good idea, go ahead and post it!)

Arghannus was once again in his study, reading an even thicker book, when a battle horn sounded outside. He glanced out his window and his suspicions were confirmed, the army had arrived. Arghannus set the tome down, and walked over to the balcony on the second-to-highest level of the tower. He looked out and saw the vast numbers of orc warriors, goblin warg-riders, mountain trolls, and dragons. Then an idea formed in his head. First, he set up a potent magical shield, so that the orcs wouldn't try anything stupid while he was up there. Next, he magnified his voice, allowing it to stretch to the far edges of the army. Last, and most important, he used a powerful and complicated enchantment on himself, making everything he said sound good and wise. "Oh great army of Morgidaaz, I see no need for such violence, for I am but a humble spellcaster, simply minding his own business, and surely cannot put up a fight against you due to mt old age and your vast numbers. I feel that a compromise is in order! If you leave me to my studies in peace, I shall grant thee an enchantment that shall protect thy army from any harm meant to be placed upon you. What say you?"

The orcs paused a moment, and after a few short moments of grunts and gutteral noises, sent their chieftain foward, who agreed with Arghannus's proposition, albeit a bit grudgingly. "So it is settled, my good orcs! Happy war-mongering!" With that, Arghannus started making intricate hand motions and chanting strange words. But these were not the chantings of an invincibility enchantment, but rather a curse of exhaustion, causing the once savage creatures to become as weak as though they were starving in the desert for months. When the orcs noticed the change, they tried to break through the shield, but it was much more than they could take, and several orcs lay dead from the effort. "Ha! Your stupidity never ceases to astound me!!" exclaimed Arghannus as he turned away from the balcony. But, seeing that the orcs wouldn't leave, he cast a lighting bolt at them, taking a chunk out of their front lines.

Arghannus knew that the curse wouldn't last long, but he knew that it would last long enough for the orcs to grow bored of his tower and move on. The archmage has once again secured his neutral position. He did worry a bit, though, for the trolls and dragons would not be affected by the curse as much as the orcs. "Oh, well. While the dragons are smart enough to know how long this curse should last, they're outnumbered by orcs and goblins, so it won't matter."

[Game_Punk]

(k i was just wondering )

Reaching the outside of the forest Jackson stops dead in his tracks as a voice rocks the trees.

"Oh great army of Morgidaaz, I see no need for such violence, for I am but a humble spellcaster, simply minding his own business, and surely cannot put up a fight against you due to mt old age and your vast numbers. I feel that a compromise is in order! If you leave me to my studies in peace, I shall grant thee an enchantment that shall protect thy army from any harm meant to be placed upon you. What say you?"

"so the Dark-Elf has decided to remain neutral, good that means i don't have to bother with him." then he notices that the Orcs have suddenly lost all there strength. "Damn, and I was looking forward to a good fight."

He starts back towards the army, hoping that the Archmage's spell wears off before he gets there.

[Spyells]

OOC: I wasn't for sure what you wanted the paper to say. Did you want my character to come to you at once? Sorry I didn't post yesterday, it was the Fourth of July. Happy Independence Day!

[Glaurung]

OOC: The paper would probably say something like "If you accept, and become my apprentice, I shall protect your village from harm. Send the raven back with another note confirming your answer."

[Soraslittleangel]

[Hey guys, Sorry I've been grounded from the internet :'( So can I ask someone to look after Lerane for me. I know its a new RPG and all, I would really like for her to be included.I'll be on as much as pos' thanxs for who looks after her. I'll be on now and then to check up. Cya when ever i start to behave again lol cya's....THANXS, HEAPS]