Fantasy The Final Colossus

[Robin man]

@AikoMomone @BigHippo8 @TheRoleplayingDovah @Hope Robinson @Varie I finally made the first tab for the Rp, just wait till I make the other tabs which will happen today)


Starting place

Fury

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Facts


The starting city is called Fury, it's the largest city in the country, with the total population of 600,000 people.


It's within the southern coast of the country.


It takes up twelve miles of the southern coastline


Some common exports from Fury are fish, crustaceans, warships, pearls, glass, jewelry


Some common imports are wood for building ships, metal, paper


Crime rate is the lowest out of the four major cities in Fury, raging between 0-3% for every 50,000 people


We will be starting in the castle, which is the tallest building in the picture)


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[Robin man]

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Up in the throne room of the castle. The king sat on his throne. He was a older man, had little to no hair at all on his head, he had a mix of black and white stubble on his face though, he had a couple of scars scattered all over his face, and he still had most of the muscle he got during his younger years. He was a military general before he became king, and he was a man that seen a lot combat, and lived to tell the tales.

He was leaning forward on his old cane as he looked over the three dozen or so people that were in his throne room. They all look like they came from all walks of live, rangers, warriors, monks, clerics, bards, and a few others to say the least.

The old king knew exactly why they were all here, he thought they were going to a old tale lost in history and while find nothing, but it was not the time to judge on any possible success.

A few minutes went by, when a younger looking man walked into the court room from one of the side doors. He was a younger man, had short light brown hair, had no major scars on his face, no facial hair, but he was definitely muscular. The man was the leader of the expedition that'll be leaving today. His name was Mathias Kennet. He looked over the three dozen or so people that were gathered, these were a fair amount on numbers considering the circumstances. But he was only looking for ten or eleven.

"Good morning ladies and gentlmen. I am Mathias Kennet, also known as the man that called for you today." The man spoke with a lite Scottish accent.​

 

[BigHippo8]

Hatish, Writer, and Hatish nonchalant. The acclaimed Writer trunk of old drawing essentials, fitted and honed, would have one believe him mad. Foolish. Endangering.


But, such is the secrecy of the art of Writing, in a world nearly diametric to that of Utopia. The nations on the verge of invasion, slaughter, and brutality.


He dips his head after the announcement, the black shawl according to the verb. Hatish recalls the incidents which brought him to where he is, whereas a bold initiative for tranquility was banished for a less than perfect installation into an expedition. Curiosity, mostly, propelled his nerves when the Writer saw the poster in the bustling streets. The King's banner layered the sides of it, and what a patriotic appeal. Lo, the mention of an automaton, unheard of for time to everlasting. Then, before Hatish knew it, here he was. Never did he expect the sharp escalation in which his and many other lives were to be in peril.


This highly preparatory magic channeling, referenced conventionally as Writing, although plea a better word, requires immense skill. Years and years, that, wherever Hatish should tread, there insignias of black shall be drawn. Escape will not withstand much, if I so choose, the Writer eyes the nearby dwarven folk and elf, and he sighs quietly.


Perhaps not then.

 

[Varie]

Miele Aristos, Artist

Moving steadily, Miele slipped between the other occupants, calmly apologizing when brushing up against someone. She was working her way towards the front of the throne room, since she couldn't see anything from the back. Having arrived when the place was already crowded, Miele knew she would have to get a strategic location to be noticed. She knew it was even more important since her usefulness on such a journey was quite limited. Having no combat skills, Miele's gift and curse would only be usable at the expense of other's time and effort to allow her to draw and paint. Another worry plagued her and Miele remembered her parent's warnings between tears. Her new ability to bring art to life literally might be sought after by the corrupt and evil. They might force her to draw and paint treasures so that they may profit off her. Miele knew she could very well live comfortably the rest of her life with this, but the truth was she was already making a decent living as an artist before, and her love for painting rose beyond and materialistic need.


Finally reaching a nice spot near the front of the crowd, Miele sat down and began sketching.

 

[Nozomu]

Kin stood somewhere in the back away from the crowd, he listened to the man speak, as the man spoke he noticed a small girl pushing her way into the crowd with a canvas. Magic perhaps? Kin thought to himself as he flips a few bits of hair out of his eyes as he just closes his eyes and thinks, wondering if its worth actually going on this adventure. He had no powers like the rest of the people wanting to go, he probably wont even get picked with that in mind. He just opens his eyes as his annoying personality makes him stay. I gotta try at least. Kin rests his back against the wall as he contemplates leaving or staying with himself and why he should or should not, finally coming to the agreement that if he leaves now he leaves his family to fate with the sickness. He had to cure them at all cost.

 

[Jinksa]

A dwarf ran up the residential holes of the palace huffuing and puffing. He moved as fast as his little stout legs allowed him. Damn be those maidens at that pub and their alluring roast chicken. Who knew it would take him so much...but he did sang 3 songs, played some cards and exchanged stories with a fellow dwarf about the family, so it was more his fault.


After running half the palace he reached throne room closed doors...a bit late, but that was fashionable. He did not stop for the closed doors kicking them open. The throne room doors opened and everybody who was at the back stared at this dwarf running in through the door. Dimir as the dwarf was named felt a bit selfconscious about the predicament and smiled pathetically.


So'y fo' Dat! Do't ya mind me.-he said lowering his booming tone from loud to below a whisper as he closed the door slowly. -No need ta stop. Go on.....do't ya mind me.


The dwarf inched to the side still with that big smile until he reached a young swordsman and tries to catch up on what he missed:


Lad did I miss sometin'.- the dwarf whispered , still with that smile plastered on his face.

 

[TheRoleplayingDovah]

A young elf slowly moved towards the front of the crowd. Her outfit was not suitable for the occassion for she was wearing a very thin skirt that stopped short of her knees and a shirt that showed a lot of skin. She didn't wear any shoes or anything to cover her feet. There was a strong odor of flowers that surronded the elf and could easily be mistaken for one of the city's workers.


Her name, Laiosiá. She was sent to the city of Fury by her keeper and had gotten a bit lost in the city. She had been harrassed on the way by the human males and surprisingly, some women but she had been warned about it. She sat down at the front and listened to what the man had to say.


(She is wearing the stuff in the character image)

 

[Robin man]

Mathias looked around the group of people that were in front of him. Some people certainly seem to be the obvious choice for recruiting for a expedition like this, and some were not. But Mathias was a man that also believes to give people a chance at glory. He cleared his throat first before speaking.


"My dear people, I thank you for coming here today. None have to come here today, but you all did, and I thank you greatly for it. Now I'm not gonna lie to you, this expedition sounds like a suicide mission. The location is far into where the demons had already conquered, and the prize that we're looking for may not even exist. And I don't have much to give you for a reward, I just hope that we will find the riches that some of you desire."


He mentally frowned when he saw some people walk out. They didn't want to die for something that may not exist, and they wanted to get paid upfront. Now only two dozen stand in the throne room now.

 

[Jinksa]

The dwarf after hearing the what the warrior had to say stepped up towards the Mathias and boasted:


HAH...Typical human. -he stepped up to the king- Ya lad, I be Dimir ot Varsk and I would be happy ta join ya little walk. I am offaring ma service ta ya. I be no warria , but where da sword can not strike da voice can shatter.-his look turned shifty- And besides da best treasures are found in da deepest holes.

 

[TheRoleplayingDovah]

Laiosiá saw a fair amount of people leave after realising that they could actually die instead of earning glory for little to no effort. The elder had told her about those types of people and warned her not to follow their advice. They would lead her to ruin and death. They would treat her as a thing and as a trophy although she did find it hard to picture herself being stuffed for the purpose of being displayed.


"My clan sends their best wishes and their assistance." Laiosiá announced to Mathias with a hint of pride and a lot of eagerness in her tone. "But i fear demons will be too powerful for my magic to overcome." She informed the human. She thought it was best to voice her doubts now instead of later on.

 

[Jinksa]

The dwarf laughed cheerfully:


Demans are na't powarfal. Pha . Der be tings much scarier laying berried beneith vy. -he adjusted his belt- And is it not a bi of impolite ta not say ya name when meeting new people. I kno'ya wood folks know each anotha but there be too many humans ta just come n not introduce ya self.

 

[Varie]

The man who introduced himself as Mathias Kennet seemed to take the sudden drop of candidates very well. Miele stopped sketching for a moment as she peered at the others in the throne room. Some individuals that stood out were a cloaked man or woman, a boy that seemed a few years older than Miele, an elf that had a regal air about her, and a dwarf that looked very excited regardless of the recent announcement.


The elf and dwarf both moved forward to speak with Mathias and Miele peered down at her drawing. She wondered whether she could get on the team without showing her power. It was unlikely though, unless some new announcement further diminishes the audience in the room. Miele decided to wait a bit to see who else would move forward. The truth was, she was quite nervous. She resumed sketching halfheartedly, a state she rarely found herself in.

 

[Nozomu]

Kin sighs as the men get up and walk out, they seem to not wanna go if there not getting paid, Cowards Kin said to himself quietly as the dwarf next to him walked up with his loud booming voice, Kin could not help but let out a smirk at the Dwarfs words. He seemed like a interesting character indeed, the elf started speaking soon after the dwarf and Kin listened to her. She seems wise. Kin thought to himself, he noticed the small painting girl look at him before looking at the others. He sighed as he watched the conversation. Truth was, he did not wanna say anything and make a fool of himself, but he wanted to get picked. If he was denied the chance of saving his family, he would not be sure what he would do. He just stayed by the wall to see what the man holding the expedition was gonna do.

 

[BigHippo8]

A talkative one, a doubtful, a coloring girl, and a mute, observes Hatish. Might the host gathered by the dozen be slain before they toe into the domain of demons. This is war, this is atrocities one after the other, and this is death. Those who are foolish not have long departed by the door; the King leads a mad mission, the muscle man mechanic by his side.


Hatish exhales, hefting the trunk strapped on his back. It begins to creak nowadays, his back, when the sun arises and the scribe as well from his slumber, the spine moans and groans. He glances the door himself, desiring to be after those gone, the grandeur of His Majesty having failed to overcome primitive instincts of survival. But ah, a more opportune moment shall present itself. The Greatness will have been discouraged enough.


Hatish rubs his forehead and disciplines himself attentive, although his mind elsewhere. ...five triangles on the perimeter of a larger circle, thus the symbol of fire. Five circles positioned about the vertex of a larger triangle, thus the symbol of ice. Beware the tyro shortcoming however, in which they shall have forgotten to imprint a greater circle overlaying all writings. The man lifts his gaze to the King, Book One, On the Fundamentals of the Elements.

 

[Robin man]

Mathias mentally frowned as he saw even more people left the throne room. And the few people that are left made him relaxed, at least a little. The fact that there are people still willing to go gave him a sense of hope. He smiled softly at the smaller group of people that stayed. "Thank you for staying people. Now that we have a group, we're ready to go."


He looked back at the king. "My lord, we will be back in ninety days. We will have the great construct in our possession. And we will take out the demon problem."


The king slowly stood up and he sighed softly. "I certainly hope so smith. May the gods watc over you durin the expedition." He said softly before Mathias bowed. He looked back at the small group that stayed. "Let's go." He said softly before he headed towards the door to the courtyard. He opened the door and he saw that his best friend was still there. "Ahhhh Rock, nice to know your still here." Rock was a rock golem, stood up fifteen feet tall, weighed at around two tons of stone, and he was rebuilt from just a few years from Mathias.


Rock looked down at his master and he simply stood there. He looks at the group and he smiled softly. "I hope Rock wasn't intimadating to any of you on your way in."

 

[Jinksa]

The elf remained silent....For Dimir that was a show of disrespect to not answer when address. He huffed loadly:


Its seems ya pointy ear are all da same.-he said with a grim look on his face.


Elfs is still a elf even taken out of their home. His attention was brought back to the king who wished them luck on their expedition and the so called Smith foretold the needed days to probably find the Collossas . Dimir was ready for this. Any dwarf worth his soil would only dream of seeing the construct of legends and he is on a quest to find it. His kind felt a bit ashamed after hearing the humans beating them in technology, but instead of jealousy they found inspiration in the Collossas.


As the Golem came in to the room the dwarf practically giggled like a school girl:


Oh my, blessed be da soil for dis creation.- he walked up to it and started to inspect it from top to bottom.- Is this a ancient golem or is it a new?

 

[Robin man]

Mathias smiled softly at the dwarves enthusiasm to his own piece of work call Rock. "Well this golem here is very old. I found him in a old tomb a few years ago, I started remaking this old thing for years now. I just finished him just a few months ago. The art of golem making is not as simple as it used to be." He said softly.

 

[Nozomu]

Kin watched as they talked to one another, he just looked down at his boots and kicked at the ground, rubble dust and even some of the ground coming up and outward from his kick. He slowly Looked up as the king spoke to this smith, smith seemed ready to take those left tho he was unsure if that meant him as well so he just quietly watched the smith walk out the door, the jolly dwarf quickly behind giggling like a girl. He quietly waited for the rest to leave before he would leave, not wanting to get in the way of the people who seemed to use magic.

 

[Amityvillager]

Saeonna was late. Very late. In fact, she might have missed the entire meeting. She had a small wooden figure clutched to her chest. Upon closer inspection, one might take note that it seemed shaped like an elf, but it had the head of a majestic deer with spiraling antlers and its hands were like those of an owls fierce talons. People were streaming out the door, taking no notice of the elven woman trying to push her way ahead. "If I were you I'd turn around now. Seems as though we aren't getting paid up front for some serious fighting," a young woman said to her somberly. Then she continued on her way. Saeonna could only stop and blink at the people. Who knew there were such cowards who only wanted money? There was so much more to gain in life. She merely shrugged and made her way up the stairs as the last of the people disappeared from the courtyard. She had a delicate hand on the door when she felt something speak to her.


"That can wait," she said softly. She turned around and faced the old oak that was drawing her to it. She made her way over, carefully avoiding gnarled roots. She reached in front of her and touched the grand tree, in turn it showed her its soul. "I see, old friend. I'll try to figure something out. I'll return, one day." It knew she made a promise. The tree could wait; it has been waiting a hundred years for its chance. It watched with relief as she walked away. It might actually do something for the good of the people.


Saeonna actually made it to the door this time and pushed it open a crack for her to squeeze in. She shut it quietly behind her and turned. What she saw made her emit a small squeak and almost drop the wooden figure it was carrying. Before a small group was a giant rock man. Then she realized it was a golem. Something about it tugged her heartstrings; she had grown up hearing about how they believed golems were animated. But who says they're true? Saeonna made her way up the runner on the floor and waited at the back edge of the group. There was a human man standing away from the larger group, so she decided to stand near him, but a few steps to the side. She hoped the king wouldn't be angry with her for being so late.

 

[BigHippo8]

The advent.


Hatish peers toward the emerged golem, eyes scouring its fine rock and symmetry. If the ages were different, might the rock heart of the machine be considered alive, for surely it can show affection?


The Writer, once the group has moved a few paces, steps closer to the automaton. He carefully adjusts the weight of the dusty trunk about his shoulders, casually shifting his feet on the ground beside. Then the man follows the alleged expeditioneers, await them doom or glory, naught shall be disclosed.

 

[Jinksa]

The dwarfs attention was drawn to the entrance of someone. He turned to greet them, but he was a bit disappointed.


The dwarf grunted in a bit at seeing who came next Through the door.


-Anotha al mighty elf. What does magi users find in constructs anyhow, besides jealousy.

 

[Robin man]

Mathias looked back at the dwarf. "We can use all of the help that we can dear dwarf. Now we must be off. I would like to get a good start before dusk." He said softly as he started walking. He was certainly not ready for this whole adventure, he had no idea on what to expect from this adventure of a life time. If they make it of course.

 

[Jinksa]

The dwarf grinned fastened his belts keeping his possessions on his back, which were a bag of goodies, maps and trinkets, a strange rock with a golden ring around it hanging by chain on his belt and a crossnow big as him.


Ya be right der lad, thy road be callin', we need ta find a treasa ta outshine all treasure.It will be jus' like da stories grandad told.-Dimir looked around at the nameless people.-But I nee' ta ask ya...do ya feel safe around people whom names dey hide.....especially da pointy eard ones. Its almost like dey be afraid fro 'we mortals to steal der immortality by learning dem names.

 

[Robin man]

@Hope Robinson @Varie @BigHippo8 @TheRoleplayingDovah can we get to posting please?)

 

[Amityvillager]

Saeonna was taken aback by the dwarf's rude comment. First of all, she wasn't a magic user. And she also wasn't used to such audacity. "I'm actually a ranger, dwarf," she began calmly, dropping a shoulder to show him the simple longbow and modest quiver of arrows strapped to her back. "And I hold no jealousy of this stone creation. I've got my own." She held out her hands to reveal the strange carving that she had been clutching to her chest. Her voice held no malice, but it had the sort of calm only annoyed mothers seem to be able to take. Then almost as soon as the young elf came in they were off on an adventure. She knew the trees back home would be proud. She would ask the oaks to send them messages back home.


Saeonna began following the leader--whose name she had yet to hear--when the dwarf asked a question from the whole group. He really was a ballsy one. "If it makes you feel better, Child of the Stone, I don't know my true name. The trees do." The elf took a thoughtful look down at the figure in her hand before tucking it into the small bag at her waist that held her carving knives and other small trinkets. She didn't carry much on her, but she knew the trees would provide and she was an Elf of the Wilds. She thrived away from civilization, especially when the fauna had souls she could speak. The elf readjusted the bow and quivers on her back and stood ready.