Resting Witch Face
breaking the laws of physics medieval style
The frigid night carried the howling wind for miles, bearing down on everything that dare lie in wake of such a powerful snowstorm. The people of the tiny, remote town could do nothing but hunker down in their ramshackle houses and taverns, praying to their many gods that the storm would end soon enough to gather supplies once more. It was truly a sight to behold, though not one someone would think of whilst slogging through the dense snowbanks and unrelenting, bitter cold.
Soon, you manage to drag your aching muscles in through a warm tavern door, and all but fall down into one of the many vacant seats. Only the most hardy of patrons would come to a place such as this in a storm, but to some the burn of mead and drinks heated them much more than any warm soup or fire. Soon after, you notice the bartender coming with a steaming mug of something, placing it gently in front of you.
" 'ello stranger. 'aven't seen you around town, what brings y' to our meek settlement in such a storm? Ah, sorry, y' look to be in quite a freeze. Here, some warm soup. I've drinks too, but they're not free, y' know." He laughed, before a more serious look crossed his face.
"The streets of our snowy town are all but abandoned and lifeless, without people to carry it's bustle across the streets. So many driven into their homes, with nothing to warm themselves with. It's almost sad, really. I mean, what is a city without it's people? We're lucky enough to even be enduring this storm..."
He returned to tending to the other patrons, a grim look splayed across his features.
As you take a tentative sip out of the mug, you hear a lone voice calling out against the screaming winds, to the tune of a poorly strummed song.
We, the Executioners, causing uproar
Death to the infected, death to the poor
Death to those who would call us beasts
Declaring war on our vile feasts
Death to those knocking upon the King's door
We, the formless, the lucky few
Given life and purpose anew
We are without emotion
Focusing on devotion
Killing as killers, we do
We, the lifeless, the cursed, the bound
Used as the king's feared blood hound
Built of death
To steal their breath
But karma will still come 'round
We, the killers, the hated, the spurned
Of no place, nowhere to return
There is no you
They act like it, too
And those that are naught, are burned
We, the Executioners, killing without reason
Death to all who dare live this season!
You will comply
and all will die
Otherwise it would be treason
Hail to the King's Wraiths
They rule over the dawn
And now we shall sing praise
Forever and ever on
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Welcome to the kingdom of Lledoc, where a terrible curse has befallen the land due to the actions of a group known as the Executioners. They were the right hand of the king, seeking those they would deem unfit to live and eradicating them. Their unending slaughter carried out of their country and poured out across the world, affecting all who lived.
First came the snow, covering even the tropical islands and remote swamps in a thick, freezing blanket. Then came the storms, sometimes so intense that bodies would be lost forever in a sea of infinite white. The world as they knew it plunged into a dark, icy era and life's embers began to fade.
Then, the world was lit aflame once again.
TL ; DR: Conquest leads to an ice age and everyone dies. Most of the conquest-ers either disappear from the face of the earth or hide their shame.
That is where you come in. You'll be playing the part of the brave adventurers, enduring the harsh climate and unpredictable wilderness to put a stop to this curse. However, it comes with a twist. You'll not be playing any normal citizens of this icy world, no.
Your characters will be part of the infamous Executioners, now long disbanded and some would argue reformed. They used to carry the five tenets upon their actions.
1. No executioner shall ever fear death.
2. No executioner shall ever hesitate.
3. An executioner has no face.
4. An executioner has no soul.
5. In times of Armageddon, the king shall be thrown aside.
However, since the disbanding some have chosen to discard these tenets and follow their own. Their brothers and sisters, for the most part, understand and respect them.
The rest of the world is not too happy with their actions, though, which is why most executioners don't admit it very often, or at all for that matter.
Hello! If you've read this far then it means you're likely to drop an interest post below.
BEFORE YOU DO MAKE SURE YOU:
1. Are sure you are actually going to join up later. Why bother posting interest if you're not going to get in on the RP?
2. Decide whether or not you're alright with a 1 paragraph post minimum. One liners aren't the end of the world, but if other people are typing 2-3+ paragraphs then it's not very fair.
3. Are willing to commit to a character sheet later.
4. Want to help create not only a fun experience, but a truly immersive world.
If you are STILL here, then feel free to ask me anything! I want to make my first post a good one.
Soon, you manage to drag your aching muscles in through a warm tavern door, and all but fall down into one of the many vacant seats. Only the most hardy of patrons would come to a place such as this in a storm, but to some the burn of mead and drinks heated them much more than any warm soup or fire. Soon after, you notice the bartender coming with a steaming mug of something, placing it gently in front of you.
" 'ello stranger. 'aven't seen you around town, what brings y' to our meek settlement in such a storm? Ah, sorry, y' look to be in quite a freeze. Here, some warm soup. I've drinks too, but they're not free, y' know." He laughed, before a more serious look crossed his face.
"The streets of our snowy town are all but abandoned and lifeless, without people to carry it's bustle across the streets. So many driven into their homes, with nothing to warm themselves with. It's almost sad, really. I mean, what is a city without it's people? We're lucky enough to even be enduring this storm..."
He returned to tending to the other patrons, a grim look splayed across his features.
As you take a tentative sip out of the mug, you hear a lone voice calling out against the screaming winds, to the tune of a poorly strummed song.
We, the Executioners, causing uproar
Death to the infected, death to the poor
Death to those who would call us beasts
Declaring war on our vile feasts
Death to those knocking upon the King's door
We, the formless, the lucky few
Given life and purpose anew
We are without emotion
Focusing on devotion
Killing as killers, we do
We, the lifeless, the cursed, the bound
Used as the king's feared blood hound
Built of death
To steal their breath
But karma will still come 'round
We, the killers, the hated, the spurned
Of no place, nowhere to return
There is no you
They act like it, too
And those that are naught, are burned
We, the Executioners, killing without reason
Death to all who dare live this season!
You will comply
and all will die
Otherwise it would be treason
Hail to the King's Wraiths
They rule over the dawn
And now we shall sing praise
Forever and ever on
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Welcome to the kingdom of Lledoc, where a terrible curse has befallen the land due to the actions of a group known as the Executioners. They were the right hand of the king, seeking those they would deem unfit to live and eradicating them. Their unending slaughter carried out of their country and poured out across the world, affecting all who lived.
First came the snow, covering even the tropical islands and remote swamps in a thick, freezing blanket. Then came the storms, sometimes so intense that bodies would be lost forever in a sea of infinite white. The world as they knew it plunged into a dark, icy era and life's embers began to fade.
Then, the world was lit aflame once again.
TL ; DR: Conquest leads to an ice age and everyone dies. Most of the conquest-ers either disappear from the face of the earth or hide their shame.
That is where you come in. You'll be playing the part of the brave adventurers, enduring the harsh climate and unpredictable wilderness to put a stop to this curse. However, it comes with a twist. You'll not be playing any normal citizens of this icy world, no.
Your characters will be part of the infamous Executioners, now long disbanded and some would argue reformed. They used to carry the five tenets upon their actions.
1. No executioner shall ever fear death.
2. No executioner shall ever hesitate.
3. An executioner has no face.
4. An executioner has no soul.
5. In times of Armageddon, the king shall be thrown aside.
However, since the disbanding some have chosen to discard these tenets and follow their own. Their brothers and sisters, for the most part, understand and respect them.
The rest of the world is not too happy with their actions, though, which is why most executioners don't admit it very often, or at all for that matter.
Hello! If you've read this far then it means you're likely to drop an interest post below.
BEFORE YOU DO MAKE SURE YOU:
1. Are sure you are actually going to join up later. Why bother posting interest if you're not going to get in on the RP?
2. Decide whether or not you're alright with a 1 paragraph post minimum. One liners aren't the end of the world, but if other people are typing 2-3+ paragraphs then it's not very fair.
3. Are willing to commit to a character sheet later.
4. Want to help create not only a fun experience, but a truly immersive world.
If you are STILL here, then feel free to ask me anything! I want to make my first post a good one.
Last edited:
