Darkest Nights
 

The king sat on his throne staring forward his portal like eyes deep in meditation. His long skeletal like fingers sat idle on his legs. His scalp was bare and covered with a long tattoo which scaled up his back and neck and down to his chin. He was silent but an element of power radiated from his body. He wore a dark cloak which indicated his dedication to the dark arts. He had killed the previous king taking his duties and being sure to destroy any one who was a threat to him. He was a traitor, he was the kings best friend but nobody knew of his betrayal until now. Rebels now flee to the mountains fearing for there lives looking for refuge.

Suddenly a dark figure walked into the room, holding a scroll in his thin boney hands he to wore tatoos and the same robe as the king.
"What is it." growled the king.
"My m-m-master...the rebels they have escaped...s-s-some sort of elven blood magic was used sir."
"WHAT!"screamed the king, "This kind of power is uncomprehendable to be used by people of this day."
"So my son, you come here to tell me bad news I am afraid I must punish you for your incompetence." whispered the king cruelly as he pointed a long thin finger at the man. Scars began to appear on his face as he erupted in violent screams of agony.
"Now go." gestured the king.


This RP is about the king and most of the human race against the rebel humans and all other races. When creating a character i can be any race but be sure to describe all racial traits and description (no pictures) of your appearance.

PM all character details this RP i will PM you when it has started and if your application is succesful. Please keep in mind i would like most characters to be different to each other.

Name: Remulus Bloodfist
Race: Human (some say he may have a slight amount of elvish in his blood.
Race traits: The short bearded humans stand strong and stubborn against other races. They are less experienced with war but have fought the most. They are also the most power hungry of the race leaving them the most untrust worthy of all the races.
Description: Remulus was brought up by his father Oromak, he was brought up as a warrior and a hunter so he is proficient in both sword and bow. Romulus stands tall and is very burly and brutal compared to most other humans. He carries scars from practicing so much with his sword, this just pushes him to endeaveur further. He is also proficient in magic and has studied its influence through books he found in his deceased mothers old bookcase. Although his father disproves of it he can lightly use magic.

---Please be sensible as well---



New character I have decided to add in

Name: Argon Lenintae
Race: Merman
Race traits: Real Mermen look just like humans, but can become more fish-like. They have the ability to use their hypnotic charm to woo the weak minded to their bidding. Mermen have low level telepathy, and can communicate with low level intellectual creatures, such as fish and woodland critters. Argon was born with a higher degree of hypnotic prowess.
Description: Argon normally looks like a normal person, with deep, blue, changing eyes, and light brown, whispy hair.

Name: Yalana Rouge
Race: Celtic lycan, human
Race traits: Lycans have a distinct second eye color, not just the basic yellow gold, and Yalana's just so happens to be a bright lime green. Her clan has a ritual of giving their ranks in tattoos on the sides of their face. She looks like a normal human girl during the day and can change from her Lycan form to her human form freely except during the full moon.
Description: Yalana has a black tattoo down the right side of her face that looks like a falling Celtic knot, bright red hair that falls to her middle back, and a falling spiked celtic knot down her right arm. In her wolf form her tattoos show, she has bright red and dark red fur, and has two tails instead of the traditional one.

Remulus pulled the blade down getting rid of the last bit of hair on his face.
"Thats better." he thought seeing his face in the reflection of his window.
Remulus walked out his door going to meet his friend Regan, people were everywhere covering the ground like dead flies. They were refugees who had been driven out by Horox and now had no home.

Remulus looked left then right for Regan until he spotted him. A man covered in hair slightly more than a usual man. "Greetings Regan." greeted Remnant.

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Regan grabbed Remulus hand hastily pulling him towards his mouth.
"And to you as well." answered Regan."Now is not the time for idle chatting my friend we must find a safe place to talk."

Yalana smiled and stretched, pleased that she had finally gotten the refugee house up and running. She double checked the rooms and kitchen to make sure she had enough for at least two in every room. She felt herself smirk when she thought about how the king would take it when he heard that she had built yet another refugee house after her last one was burnt down, taking two of her closest clan members with it. She felt herself slowly sinking back into a depression when she shook it off. No need remembering bad things. It only makes life harder. She reminded herself before she went back downstairs to wait.

Regan pulled Remulus through the crowds dodging people as they came, footsteps were everywhere and the streets seemed to have no end until they came to an alleyway. Regan turned pulling Remulus with him down to the end of the alley. At the end there was a door this was unexpected as most houses did not have back doors or any sort of entrance from an alley none the less, Regan pulled out a key from his pocket its edges were rusty and worn. He put it in the lock and with a 'click' the door creaked open. Inside unlike the door was clean and looked very comfortable.
"Take a seat." gestured Regan pointing to a particularly comfortable seat close to the fireplace.
Regan paced up and down thinking about his next words carefully, he had something very important to tell Remulus and it wasn't going to come easily.

"Romulus the dark lord..." Regan mumbled.
"He is on the move." he continued holding back tears.
"I have used an artefact i found many years ago his minions are planning a two stage attack on Farnham in two days we must leave...and Remulus tell this to nobody."
Regan pointed to the door "You must go." he whispered quietly.
Remulus got up and strided towards the door and left.

Argon pushed his way through the dense crowds of fellow refugees. He frowned annoyingly, smelling the refugees who were packed around him. They could at least bother to bathe! He throught to himself, his sensitive smell picking up every whiff of body odor within ten meters. But he had no other choice. As much as he disliked it, he was a refugee too they were all in the same boat. He saw a house further down, as he pushed through the crowds. Maybe he could get out of this tussle afterall. He pushed through the door, panting heavily. "I'm sorry about barging in, I can pay you to let me stay in here. I just can't stand it out there." He exclaimed, realising that there was someone in the front room of this building.

Yalana smiled and tilted her head. "You're welcome here if you like, no charge." She said and walked to where he was standing. "Come on, you look like you need to sit down." She said in a playful manner.

"Really? Why thank you very much!" He smiled widely, his white teeth shining, and him standing up straight, having regained his breath. "I am Argus!" He said with an overenthusiastic bow. "And you would be?" He said, looking up, and raising his eyebrow.

Regan walked away from the door from which Remulus left and went to another door on the other side of the room. It was magestic and polished its knob was made of silver, Regan opened the door into a an even bigger room.
"Aghhh....Yalena, who is this new gentlemen." growled Regan happily.
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Remulus paced through the crowds keeping his head down, he needed to get home as quickly as possible and then to the markets to buy food for his journey. He continously bumped into people, one man even grabbed Remulus but he simply just walked off knowing it wouldn't end nicely for the other man finally he arrived home.

Yalana smiled and clapped her hands together. "This is our first one inside!" She said happily. She turned back and extended her hand to Argus. "My name's Yalana. Welcome to your new refuge!" She said white a bright smile.

"Refuge, huh?" He said with a slanted smile. He then leaned in close to her. "Are you going to make sure the ones out there wash themselves before they come in?" He whispered seriously. "They all smell like sweaty crotch, if you'll excuse my Nadrian." He laughed at his little joke, and stood back up straight.

Yalana rolled her eyes. "They usually shower when they get a room." She said and smirked. She looked at Regan and tilted her head, leaning in she looked closely at him. "Is everything alright?" She whispered softly.

"No Yalana all of us are in danger, come we must discuss." gestured Regan quickly.

Yalana's eyes flickered to gold before changing back to lime green. She turned back around and looked at Argus. "Please, make yourself at home. Regan and I must talk about some business and hen I'll be right back to help you with anything you'll need." She explained and turned to follow Regan. "There's cooked food in the kitchen and cold drinks in the ice box." She said over her shoulder.

"Will do!" said Argus, flopping down onto a chair, lifting his feet up onto a table.

Regan looked at Yalana.
"Yalana the dark lord is on the move and he is looking for the Lycan's he knows our secret and will use it against us." whispered Regan calmly. "He has already recruited Vel-Gruen the lycan prince and he will kill for the king, so we must move I am sorry to be the barer of bad news."
Regan looked Yalana in the eyes only he could see the bond they shared in blood they were both Lycan's, but they fought the king instead of joined him.

Yalana could feel her eyes water. Vel-Gruen and she had run in fields together as pups... and now he was the enemy. He was something that she had to fear and avoid now, someone that she would never be able to trust again. She nodded, knowing what she needed to keep her new family safe. "When do we need to do this?" She asked him as she blinked away the tears.

"Two moons." answered Regan politely he was also sad Vel-Gruen was his brother and now he was being hunted by him.
"Also Yalana I sense great power in that boy." whispered Regan pointing to Argus who was flopped casually over a seat.
"We need protection so we are being joined by my friend Remulus the warrior and magician we served together in the Royal Knights."

Yalana frowned at her childhood friend. "Do you think that's wise Regan?" She whispered back. She flicked her gaze over to Argus. "I don't want any others getting hurt." She said and looked back at him. She felt an inner struggle start. True, they needed the protection, but at what cost? "I don't like this idea Regan." She said on a sigh.

Argus looked over, frowning. The one called Regan had recognised his power, but how? He had it hidden so well. He put it down to using his telepathy to listen in onto their conversation. He's right, Yalana. Argus projected his thoughts to her. You cannot save everyone and live to save again. He smiled, not particularly caring that he'd revealed his secret. They had already told him theirs.

"Yalana...It is essential we need to build up an army to fight him to fight Horox, otherwise our hope is lost." replied Regan instantly as if he had already thought it through.
Regan looked at Argus he could sense his primal powers emitting from him, he could feel his minds and other's around him.
"What are you?'' thought Regan intrigued by the boy that lay before him.

"Who? Me?" Argus sent his thoughts to Regan with a smile, "I'm a traveller, a wanderer, and if you play your cards right, a valuable friend. But if you get on my wrong side, I will tear your mind in two while I gut you crotch to chin." He said, with his smile remaining, not revealing anything to what he was saying.

Remulus entered his home briefly grabbing some gold and a sword to keep the refugee's away he began to stroll towards the markets sadness overwhelmed him as he saw the streets covered in refugees.
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Regan stared into Argus' eyes in wonder he could sense an element of power that surrounded his being. He obviously did not know of Regan's extraordinary powers as he sent him a telepathic message. "Who? Me?" Argus sent his thoughts to Regan with a smile, "I'm a traveller, a wanderer, and if you play your cards right, a valuable friend. But if you get on my wrong side, I will tear your mind in two while I gut you crotch to chin."

"Hmmm...boy how would you like to join me on a.....adventure you could call it that." thought Regan hoping the message would somehow project to Argus.

"You reveal too much of your attention through your thoughts, sir." He sent a thought, detecting the feeling of humor in Regan's thought, at what Argan had said. This annoyed him. "I may come, I may not. Your people have done nothing for me, and I personally don't care all that much for your smell." Argan had smelt Regan since he had entered. It hinted of wet dog, and the thought made him chuckle.