Fantasy Generic Fantasy RP (CLOSED)

[Dragongal]

Trulane: A fantasy world where monsters roam freely, mages walk the streets openly, and heroes are a necessity.

(Map to soon be added!)

To the West is the Swamplands, teeming with monsters, but still settled by people. These lands are a mix of pine forests and swamps. North-West is a mountain range, and built there are cities of stone. To the far North are mountains, and the valleys below are populated by the stubborn and hardy Northerners who are discouraged by neither the snow nor the occasional monster straight from myth. Far South is large forests and a distant shore. Far east is a forest area bordering stretching plains. Centrally lies a number of holds in thick deciduous forests, and the capital city Capath, where the King Caissian rules.

However, for all intents and purposes, this tale begins in the North-east. A cold clime with pine trees and deciduous trees alike, it is considered the second-most dangerous area, behind the Western Swamplands - but it's only if you go off of the well-traveled roads and away from the villages that dot the area, or the city of Gein, which makes profits from its foresting business, and the fishing and trade that comes off of the river that intersects through the center of the city.

Solar Daddy

 

[Dragongal]

Name:
Emmalia

Not dissimilar to this, but Emmalia doesn't wear armor like this. Emerald green eyes. Always wears a charm necklace around her neck. Earlobes pierced, and two rings in the top of her left ear, one which has a murky green bead, a black bead, and a blue bead.
Age:
22
Gender:
F
Race:
Human
Occupation:
Traveler/ dark huntress
Appearance:
Very pale skin, thick, long black hair, emerald green eyes with murky green ring on the outside, two earrings in the top of her left ear, one plain silver, one with beads.
Attire:
Almost always wears her thick leather bodice as armor over a full sleeve, old-style white shirt, black pants and tall boots
Height:
5'7"
Armour:
Hardleather bodice with chainmaille on the upper arms, leather bracers, leather gloves
Personality:
Emmalia is not shy, but more reserved. She does her best to stay out of things that don't apply to her, but when innocents are at risk, she can't help herself, though her assistance usually goes unnoticed and unthanked and she works very discreetly. She doesn't smile much, but mostly just observes. She's not rude or mean, but just, reserved. When she wants to, though, she's got a sharp tongue and will fight. She does not enjoy fighting, but is willing to if she must. She is very good at acting, and will use it to hide emotions when she has to - even from herself. She can completely lose it in the most extreme situations, becoming an insane, blood-lusted fighter not to be messed with.

Despite her rough and nonchalant exterior, Emmalia is protective over her friends and innocents, but tries to hide that she cares, and keeps distant to make sure nobody comes to care for her. At times she will go to lengths to pretend she has no emotions, or even try to ignore her emotions so she feels no pain.

Strengths/Adept:
Enhanced speed and strength
Enhanced senses
She can go 3 days without sleeping (max - she will typically sleep every other night), but does eventually need rest
Hand - hand combat
Tracking
Fantastic acting
Fast
Good Senses

Weaknesses/Inept:
Helping with emotions
Long-range
Loud noise
Crowds
Magic (especially mind magic and dark magics and holy magics)
Being rather lightweight, she is often fighting far above her weight class.

Weapons:
Small buckler
Shortsword
Lion's gauntlet (pictured below)
Mini-crossbow

Magic:
NONE - Enhanced senses, needs little sleep or food, due to her interesting bloodline

Miscellaneous:
Carries food and water, flint and steel, a chain and lock, a string of keys, herbs and bandages

Extra:
Can play violin
Traveled a while with an acting troupe for a good amount of time
Traveled and learned from many varying groups and cultures at a young age​

 

[Solar Daddy]

Name:
Callum



Callum wears heavy armor into fights, but when travelling or exploring, he usually wears a light tunic with smaller pieces of armor like what is pictured above.​

Age:​

23​

Gender:​

M​

Race:​

Human​

Occupation:​

Escort/Knight​

Appearance:​

Fair skin color with long, wavy black hair and blue eyes. Never has a beard but usually doesn't bother shaving away stubble, which often makes him look disheveled and unclean.​

Attire:​

Light white and red tunic with the symbol of a lion on the chest and back with gauntlets and leather boots.​

Height:​

6'2"​

Armour:​

Full plate mail, including legs, shoulders, arms and chest, with a medieval style helmet.​

Personality:​

Being raised by a warlord in the Northeast has made Callum a great fighter and terrible talker. Instead of being heroic and knightly, he is more of a professional bodyguard and thug with a shiny set of armor. He doesn't want to disappoint his father, which is the reason he acts so harsh and powerful both in and out of his presence. His father taught him only to be formidable and never show any kind of weakness, something that makes Callum seem like a harsh warrior compared to his true, more hospitable self.

He would go out of his way to help someone in need, especially those who are defenseless, but does so in a brusque way and often seems as though he lends his hand to others in spite of something or someone. Most of the time, strangers and acquaintances believe him to be stoic and unfeeling, while his close friends and allies know his true personality of being soft hearted.
​

Strengths/Adept:​

Strong
Skilled with most weapons, especially swords and spears
Trained with longbows
Good at handling stress/large crowds
Strong conviction
​

Weaknesses/Inept:​

Picks fights with anyone, even if he's outnumbered or destined to lose
Terrible at making choices
Seems to have general bad luck
Serious self-doubt
​

Weapons:​

Claymore
Longbow
Small dagger
​

Magic:​

Only spell Callum can cast is an illumination spell to light up dark areas
​

Miscellaneous:​

Carries food and water, a strange, unique coin, usually has plenty of coin to get him through his adventures
​

Extra:​

Strategist from watching his father lead troops
Learned to speak multiple languages in the Northeastern realms
Spends most of his free time reading and drawing​

 

[Dragongal]

It wasn't every day that the North Eastern Lord Balder called a dark hunter to his hall. Much less Emmalia, who was a drifter and had only been in the parts a very short time. But she didn't complain - she assumed he was asking her to go kill *something* or *someone*, and pay was pay, as long as she liked the job. If Balder was a good Lord like she'd heard, he wouldn't give her something unreasonable; after all, very few people called upon a dark huntress just to take out a political enemy. Typically, in fact, dark hunters were avoided until absolutely necessary: many considered them terrifying bad omens. Where a dark hunter was called, bad things were, so if one was passing by, it was bad news. Past that, though, some seemed to think that the exposure to so much dark magic, necromancy, and general beasts, rubbed off on the hunters. Emmalia wasn't sure about that, but she didn't mind being left alone, and besides, nobody messed with her when she was in a bar once she knew who she was.

Back to the present moment, though, Emmalia was allowed into Balder's keep, and led into a great hall, at the end of which was a closed room. Once ushered inside, Emmalia was staring down Lord Balder from across a strategician's table. Around the room hung maps and historic weaponry. However, Emmalia was not impressed by the surroundings, she merely wanted to get the job and get out. "Good day, M'Lord." Best to start out on good footing. She neither bowed nor curtsied, as dark hunters were ranked outside of class norms.They were only obligated to bow to the Kind or Queen. "You called on me? Give me a map and a description and I'll leave right away."

Lord Balder looked at her for a second, then said, "Well we have to wait for your companion. I'm sorry if the messenger failed to tell you, but you're working with someone for this job." Emmalia had been about to ask him to repeat himself, and then tell him that she worked alone, but just then the door behind her opened.

 

[Solar Daddy]

Callum's boots echoed through the hall as he entered the large doors that separated the throne room and the main hall. He had been staying at Lord Balder's castle for some time now, after he signed up for the Lord's protective outfit for well over a month already. He wasn't sure why Balder had commanded him to go on some quest with a dark huntress. He never found himself willingly in the presence of them, much less preferring their company to that of a mage or a knight. Dark hunters were unpredictable at best in his eyes, and they always seemed to cause as many problems as possible.

When Callum stepped beside Emmalia, he didn't so much as look at her. He could tell by her outfit and aura that she was the dark huntress, and wasn't keen to make formal talk with someone so uncivilized. Instead, he put the tip of his blade and pressed it against the ground in front of him lightly, with his knee bending as he bowed in Lord Balder's direction. "M'lord." He said in a gruff tone, keeping his eyes to the ground.

 

[Dragongal]

Emmalia glanced over at Callum without so much as moving her head. A knight of some kind, though likely not of the noble breed; where most true Knights were of noble blood, many "trail knights" were not. Getting armor and weaponry like what Callum had, though, required more than luck and some good heritage. Though not of a noble style, it was definitely good stuff. Emmalia's was mostly made to her specifications because, well, dark hunters could afford that typically. Her lion's gauntlet, though, was inherited. That was all she had of her family, and that was how she liked it.

Lord Balder cleared his throat. He could already sense the tenseness in the air, less from Emmalia but more from Callum; this had been expected. Many mysteries and rumors swirled about dark hunters, and to expect someone to willingly work with them with no hesitation was sheer audacity. "Callum, you may rise. This is Miss Emmalia; the dark huntress I told you of." If Callum wouldn't introduce himself, maybe Balder could do it for him to some extent. To emphasize the need for a dark hunter, he explained, "It is nothing short of sheer good luck that she is here now. I have tried to keep it discreet, so few know, but in the more dense forests on the east.... There was an accident. A young mage dabbled in healing and unintentionally crossed into necromancy. A small graveyard of dead have risen, in the form of ghouls. Miss Emmalia, would you kindly explain the problem with a ghoul infestation?"

So, that was how he wanted to get her to talk, by putting her on the spot. "Ghouls like to eat living flesh, however, unlike a zombie, they are killing machines. Their bite is poisonous, causes a high fever and most likely death soon after. Unfortunately, they're also pretty fast. Luckily, they typically follow a pattern corresponding to the moon. During the day they don't move much at all, then at night they wander, and new moons they gather in the place they were risen from."

Lord Balder nodded. "And as you know, the new moon is coming in four days' time. It takes three days to walk to that edge of the hold. Should you accept this job, I'll pay you fifty gold each." Fifty gold was no small amount. And while Emmalia felt she could do the job by herself, she wasn't going to argue with her new employer. "I'll do it." She looked over at Callum. Would he be willing to do it?

 

[Solar Daddy]

Callum, with his Lord's words, rose slowly from his overly-practiced bow and stood tall, with his shoulders broad and his head high. Obviously, he expected great respect towards himself, even if he was talking to the higher command of the castle he was helping to protect. However, he kept his face grim and looked ahead at Balder. "M'Lord," He began, almost seeming to urgently want to deny the quest. He stopped himself after a moment and gave a deep sigh. "I shall do your bidding M'Lord." He rested his forearms on the cross guards of his sword and leaned forward slightly as if to give off a more intimidating presence. "If I could suggest one minor change to the quest... I demand higher pay if you intend for me to protect someone who does not wish to have it."

Callum had not directly spoken to Emmalia yet, but he could tell she was just like the rest of the hunters - loners, who would rather abandon their party rather than stick together until the end. "May I even suggest withdrawing some of the gold from her reward into mine? After all, I'll be doing the heavy lifting up until the ghouls nest, which will take merely hours to complete." It was plain to see that Callum had a traditional way of thinking, no doubt from his upbringing. "After all, my expertise is not commonly found."

 

[Dragongal]

Emmalia rolled her eyes and didn't care who saw. Damned nobles.If he wasn't of noble birth, he acted like a noble brat. But Balder spoke before she could say anything. "Callum, I know you're a damned good warrior, but you pick stupid fights with the others and the gods know you have an attitude. That's one of the reasons I'm sending you on this with her: I'm pretty sure she won't put up with it. And the other reason being that I don't think you'd survive. Your job isn't to protect her: it's to help her get the job done."

Emmalia cleared her throat once Balder was done and said, "M'Lord, if he wants part of my pay, he can have it. I did not accept this job for the money. Those ghouls will continue to wander and it won't be long until they find people to kill." She adjusted her position to look directly at Callum for the first time, and impassively said, "And if I may really quickly?" Her tone made it clear that she wasn't actually bothered and didn't even seem to care. "Your expertise is with a blade, maybe a bow. I can hunt, track, interrogate, assist medically, manipulate, and I am resistant to most spells, among other things. But this is not a damned contest; I do not need to prove myself to you. Take your gold if that's what you care for, there are people out there that will get hurt if the ghouls aren't killed."

 

[Solar Daddy]

Callum didn't seem to care much about what she said after the part where Emmalia offered the gold willingly to him. "So, does that mean I can have all of the rewards?" He asked hopeful, before deciding now wasn't the time. He could see Balder's expression darkening, and knew he was about to cross a boundary. "Well, either way M'Lord, Father wouldn't want to have to leave another garrison here like last winter if his son happened to be given less praise for his good deeds than the dark huntress, would he?" Callum knew Balder was under his father's boot, and as much as he wanted to prove himself, he knew he could play the right card to get as much spoils from this adventure as possible.

Callum desperately wished to bring up his image in other people's eyes. The more people believed him to be a knight in shining armor, the more he'd be treated like one, even if it meant bullying around the Counts and Lords of the lands that his father was in minor control of. He decided he would start acting more respectable when he built up enough of a reputation. Maybe do acts of charity, give away some of his father's gold to improve his image. Either way, he was ready to push down everyone in his way to get to the top of his own metaphorical castle, one that he intended to be the king of. Did he just threaten a Lord? Yes, but it was a lord he could easily manipulate. Only time will tell if his father would actually come through with his threat, though.

 

[Dragongal]

Emmalia kept her opinion to herself. Perhaps, out of spite, she'd just let the ghouls go at Callum. Either way, he'd be in for a shock if he kept pushing his limits. Unfortunately for him, he reminded her of noble brats. She had a terrible hatred for nobles; more for the way the brats behaved. Hiding behind his father merely told Emmalia that he was spoiled and couldn't handle himself on his own, despite his age. She considered that nothing short of being a brat.

Balder scowled and said, "Your father is a good and sensible man. I know he raised you to be strong; hiding behind his name would not be in the nature of his lessons, I'm sure. We may discuss payment when you return: know that you will not receive less than your fifty gold. I also know you don't need more than that fifty. But that can be discussed at a later date. Time is ticking away and you two must be there before the sun sets in four days."

 

[Solar Daddy]

"I will be." Callum said as he turned his head to glare at Emmalia, putting stress on the word I. He turned around on his heel and picked up his sword, sheathing it as he started back down from where he came, simply expecting Emmalia to come along without a word. His temper was starting to spike, knowing Balder was getting used to his threats after just a month. Despite what it seemed like, he respected his Lord, but couldn't bring himself to see eye to eye with his decision. Of every knight in this kingdom, it had to be the one least trusting of dark hunters.

When he had stepped out of the castle and into the courtyard just before the gate that lead out to the open world of the Northeast, he stopped abruptly and turned to face Emmalia. "We play by my rules, Mrs Huntress. You may believe you're tough and mighty, but you heard the Lord himself. I'm the best there is, hands down. I don't need you hindering my progress." He suddenly stopped his speech to look out into the distance. His voice began to get quieter towards the end of his sentence as his eyes darted between the treeline. Suddenly, it seemed that he was more serious than before as he leaned in, almost speaking in a whisper. "Can you actually stop these ghouls? That's possible, right?"

 

[Dragongal]

Emmalia had rolled her eyes as Callum walked away, then gave Balder a smirk that silently said, "I'll take him down a few notches for you," then followed after Callum. As he spoke demeaningly to her, she crossed her arms and just watched him talk at her. His getting quiet almost made her feel bad - he was clearly putting up a front of bravery. He reminded her of a child. Finally, impassively, she spoke. First things first, his claim needed to be addressed: "Correction, he said that you were a 'damned good warrior' and that was it. I don't believe myself tough nor mighty, I have proved myself and I'm the only one who needs to know that, and if you want to survive this, you will play by my rules. As to the ghouls, yes, I can kill them, and I've even done such before. But let us get one things straight: I don't need you to get me there, I don't need you to help me with the ghouls, but it would be a hell of a lot faster if I had someone else. Here's the thing, I know you don't like dark hunters, nobody does. We're trained to work alone because that would put the least people at risk. So maybe, instead of acting like I'm here solely to offend your frail sense of importance and honor, boasting, bragging, and generally being a brat, you could thank me because I'm here to help people not get murdered by an undead infestation. You want my respect? Fucking earn it." Her tone was entirely emotionless the whole way through, and nothing in her stance showed any emotion either. She was setting rules and boundaries, and the only thing that her stance showed was that if he wanted to fight or argue, he could, but he wouldn't win.

 

[Solar Daddy]

Callum was taken back for a moment after her speech, but almost seemed to like it. He wasn't used to people talking to him like this, not even his father, and this was a complete 180 from what he expected from her. At this moment, he could tell she had absolutely no reason to like him in the slightest, but he decided he could change it if he let her take the reins a bit. "Listen, perhaps we got off on the wrong foot." He said. "I am Callum, Knight of Knights, son of Lord Gallium from VarkenFall." He said his stately title with a sense of class, although the words were spoken through gritted teeth. He had no intention of keeping her acquaintance after this quest, but decided if they were to spend the next four days together, they might as well not be terrible.

He honestly felt a little hurt, though. He tried not to show it, but it was pretty clear that he was more resilient to physical damage and pain compared to emotional pain. After his... accident, he never felt too trusting of other people. Either way, he felt his father would be proud if he heard of Callum's victory in this quest, and Emmalia was the only person around to stop these ghouls, so he finally decided it'd be best to not get too far onto her bad side. "And you're... Emma?"

 

[Dragongal]

"Emmalia," she said with no tone of uncertainty. He was not to shorten her name. He seemed perhaps a bit hurt by her harsh words. Little bitch can talk shit but can't take it. That was one of his many problems, it seemed. His confidence was too low so he compensated with lofty words, too. She wasn't going to hide that she didn't like him at all, either. That would be ridiculous. So instead of saying anything else, she started down the path away from the Lord's keep and toward the east, where their destination lay.

 

[Solar Daddy]

Callum frowned as he began to follow close behind. "You know, if you want this journey to be bearable for us both, you'd stop being such an uncivilized person." He said, walking my her side, making sure to stand tall to tower over her. "Anything I should know about you? Besides the fact that you have no care for formalities, of course." He didn't consider himself weak, but knew he had some things to work on. With this new companion though, he wanted to start his change as soon as possible. For whatever reason, he felt he needed to prove himself to this girl.

"Are you from around here? Or do you come from another province?" He asked, looking around the woods with his hand resting on his sword's hilt. He never liked travelling through the forests of the Northeast, especially with someone who he'd never fought alongside with before. Hopefully, she wouldn't chop off his head the first chance she got.

 

[Dragongal]

Emmalia chuckled, looked down at the ground, and stopped walking. She sighed, then looked back at him. "If this is you trying to make amends, you suck at it. I'm not uncivilized, actually. I've trained with more cultures than you've met with, and my manners would be quite impeccable if I ever found a reason to use them, but I have yet to around you. See, I have no need to bow to Lord Balder, I'm outside of class ranks, I have no need to show you respect because you have not earned it, and formalities can get you killed. Now, stop that." She pushed on his chest so he had to take a step back and change his posture. "You didn't stand like that before, stop trying to stand over me for fuck's sake. And where I am from? None of your damned concern, but I'll tell you it's not from around here. And if you think I'm being a bitch, I just return what I'm given."

 

[Solar Daddy]

"So, if you're given a rose...?" He said with a wicked smile. It was meant entirely as a joke, but he was actually beginning to like his new companion. He wanted her to realize he wasn't always a complete and utter ass, but he also didn't want to seem any more weak than he probably already did. He moved his hilt up and down a bit as he tried regaining his balance before crossing his arms over his chest. He often found himself staring down at people from his height, but Emmalia seemed to be towering over him with her aura. He decided that whoever this girl was, he was going to make sure she knew just how great of a warrior he could really be.

 

[Dragongal]

Completely deadpan, Emmalia said, "I return it. Should the gifter be stupid enough to try to give it again I would burn it, and should they continue to harass me, I'd rip out their throat." In honesty, Emmlia wasn't even sure if she was exaggerating. If someone did have the audacity to pursue her for so long, she would have no real qualms with killing them.

 

[Solar Daddy]

Callum had expected a simple, "Id return it," But when she added the rest his smile dropped. "You are, without a doubt, incomprehensibly morbid." He said with a raise of his eyebrows. "Come on, we can't stop. We need to keep moving if we want to get to the ghoul's lair on time." He began to walk again, leaving the conversation at that. His father was rarely around in the later years of his life, but when he was around, he taught Callum to do whatever possible to get what he wanted, that no form of treachery and deceit should stop him from his goals. Callum, however, had been reluctant to do so. Recently he had been getting more and more snobbish due to his dabbling in political affairs, like with Lord Balder, which he could tell was changing his attitude towards others. Perhaps, some time away from the war room could do him some good.

 

[Dragongal]

Emmalia began to walk, and merely said, in her defense, "That's why so few people like working with dark hunters and where half the hatred towards us comes from. And probably why most of us are loners. Before we gain our medallions that mark us, we have to fight our worse fears, and should we fail, we die. For some, that means we watch our loved ones die in our arms and don't mentally break. For others, it's at least survivng a dragon's attack." For her? It was none of those things, but she had no plans of ever telling Callum what she had seen in the Fear Chamber, where every hunter was locked in for 1 day.

 

[Solar Daddy]

As Callum walked beside her, he asked, "So, have you been to this place before, where we're going? And, how have you dealt with ghouls in the past?" I've never faced any before. Can they be killed with steel?" He gestured to the sword swaying at his side against his hip. Although he found dark hunters repulsive usually, this one seemed to be more... down to earth. More real to him. While other hunters simply ignored him, or he ignored them, he was forced to be by Emmalia's side.

 

[Dragongal]

Emmalia shrugged and explained, "Balder said they were to the east, there's no way there's not a village on this path where someone cal direct us. As for how I dealt in the past, it was a North-Central hold where they had a minor infestation. Steel is adequate, but you have to be certain to separate the head from the body." Again, what she said was impassive, calm, unemotional. So far that was all she had been, really, besides sarcastic. She still didn't like Callum, but had to give him credit for trying to be more mature.

 

[Solar Daddy]

Callum nodded his head slowly. "Tonight, should we stop for rest in a nearby village or camp? Or do you think we even have enough time for more than a few hours of rest before we get moving again?" Callum was an insomniac, and hadn't gotten a good night's rest in months, but he figured she could use the sleep. Once again, he was uneasy about making a camp out in the forest, where anyone or anything could come across them. "If so, I strongly suggest an inn to stay at." He knew a few local towns that they could stop at, but from her bitterness he cold tell she still wasn't keen on him. He aimed to change that, though.

 

[Dragongal]

"Camp. If you need rest. I don't. I only need to sleep every other day, so I can keep watch." Emmalia had distinct advantages over most people, the most notable being that she didn't need to sleep as much, eat as much, or drink as much as most. She boiled it down to "an interesting bloodline," because to say "heritage" would be a lie, as she had cut any and all ties to her family. So what could she really ever credit them with...?

 

[Solar Daddy]

Callum raised an eyebrow. "Is that because of dark hunter's rigorous training? Do they teach you to function without sleep? And, I'm sure we can just travel through the night. Maybe arrive early so we have more time to set up?" He suggested, unsure what the process is to get rid of ghouls for good. Whether it had to do with magical elements or simply replacing a sacred displaced item. Anything that couldn't be killed simply, Callum wasn't interested in. Even if chopping off the head was an option, there was probably a more lethal, less dangerous way to end it.