KAG-themed Role Playing Game [Complete]

(dylanduran, maybe you could come back as a new and completely different character?)

Monsteri: My arrow hits a deer straight between its eyes, killing it instantly. A large herd here was, now it is all gone, this meat is mine. I have to get it safe, wolves ate the previous one before I even had a taste. The wolves are coming down from the mountains, something must have happened there, or something's calling them into this forest.. I need to find out what this is all about.

 

(hmm.... perhaps I could make a new character for now in order to keep me occupied, and in a few days time maybe Ulric could be resurrected etc etc. I have quite a few plans for Ulric so I want to keep him around :))
Name: Gwydion
Gender: Male
Loyalty: Red
Traits: The son of a once powerful wizard who went by the name of Nilrem, Gwydion lives in the abandoned keep of Furthak, on a hill overlooking the Bridge of the Great Divide. He aspires to be as great as his father, though his magic is often unreliable, once accidently causing a lightning storm that went on to plague the Southern Wastes. His natural take to the power of electricity and fire attracted the Lord of the Reds, Noc, attention, leading to a deal where Gwydion would help the Reds at any request, in exchange for the entire library of the Reds, granting Gwydion massive amounts of power from the ancient scrolls. Now with the Great War approaching, Gwydion is called upon to aid the forces of Noc.

 

(I've got an idea, how about Gwydion senses enormous power coming from somewhere (the artifact) and finds Ulric's very much dead corpse in the casket by a river beside a cave. Suddenly, the artifact channels it's power through Gwydion into Ulric, causing him to resurrect?)

 

(I've got an idea, how about Gwydion senses enormous power coming from somewhere (the artifact) and finds Ulric's very much dead corpse in the casket by a river beside a cave. Suddenly, the artifact channels it's power through Gwydion into Ulric, causing him to resurrect?)

 

(But I'm at my house.

Unless you're in my house.

if so, get out.)

 

Valkyrie sat up hearing the footsteps of an ally approaching, "Name and rank!" She hissed harshly to the messenger, he quickly stammered out his name and rank and proceeded to give Valkyrie her message. "Very well." She declared standing, taking an arrow from her quiver and aiming at the ground then firing, "Take the arrow back as proof that I received the message." She barked and went on her way behind the blue castle.

 

SirEndgame: With my stomach tattered, but not leaking out all over the floor, I begin the brewing on a secret alcove.

Colorful vapors whirl and twist and turn as I brew potenet toxins, stirring the exotic ingredients into a medley of liquids.

I hum as the toxic vapors swirl into the sky.

Later, I disperse the onconction into small glass vials (About 2,000 to be exact.) and shake them, forming powerful toxins.
I stash them in the back of the grotto and head to the castle to help with the rallying of morale... and how to use the vials.

I stash a few of my newly brewed potions for demonstrative purposes, and make my way up the rock as i start my journey to the fort.

 

Gwydion: As I emerge from my bedchambers and walk onto the balcony, I gaze down at the scene before my eyes. The Reds, numbering countless thousands, and the Blues, at most a mere ten thousand, frantically trying to prepare a hopeless defence against the inevitable swarm of Noc. I tune my eyes to that of a hawk's and peer at the thick stone wall being slowly, too slowly, by the Blues. All the troops look barely trained, though it's unsurprising, the Old King never prepared for such an invasion, nor will he be able to do anything about it when it comes. Wait, who's that scrambling up the steep slopes from underneath the Bridge? He looks like his very stomach's been slashed open and then stitched together with frayed rope, running desperately towards the Blues carrying..... potions of some sort. I think about casting lightning on him and the Blues, but Noc has told me to wait for the attack. Then, THEN PEOPLE WILL KNOW THE POWER OF GWYDION

 

gretings and hails from me! i love roleplaying, and i love kag, so it makes of utmost sense to be able to fuse both matters togethering in a hail of lightning and slate. here i present to all those who i see with my two eyes this applicatinon to be able to join in on the death handing out an d lovemaking so that we can join togther in hapiness(except during the Deadly Parts of When death is Dealt) and be forever happy.​

NAME: bactra​

GENDER: manly
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LOYALTY(BLUE/RED): red
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CHARACTER TRAITS: bactra of the reds, has travered the geographys of many islands and continental landmasses in seasrch of always adventurism and lifeseaking. he alwys seeks fist the peoples of the lands to make fiends with so that he my be of good compny an cheerful disposable towrad life that he bactar is living. it is of course neccccesssry for him to carry a sword witch he unseahthes at the sligtest roll of the dice of unwanted livingn conditions. at the turn of the war he has called upon to point his sword in the directing of blue men to destryo their pieces and find nothin g else to burn for his Fire Place wher He Keeps warm. his loyalty is toward the king, noc, Whom he finds is most pleasant under cirumsicions of when he is pheasant. when noc gets angerd, bactra takes it into his wings to fly out the door nad to find refuge under mihty kags, and to indulgsd in the generous proportiosn of liqor from the east.
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Greetings And Many hailing from me lord hell, master of the Anglo luggage. You smell of fine intelligence and power, and I give u salutations and thumbs. May yore poverty be increased a hundred fold to richness? If shill run this threw a translator so that I may gain the incredible strength of worldliness.

 

(...What did I just read?)

I make it to the fort, the guards allowing me to pass through the gates.

I speak iwth hella, who is rallying morale.

We arrange a demonstration of the toxins in 2 hours. After the demonstration, he could inform me who is turstwortyh enough to weild these. then, siege machine construction can begin.

 

Gwydion: You would not believe how frustrating it is to watch your enemies saunter around, effectively at your mercy, yet be unable to touch them. I just recieved another carrier pigeon from Noc stating that the attack will begin in 8 days time, apparently it would already have commenced if not for the sudden disappearence of some thug named Ulric. Regardless, I will be let loose of the Blues, preferably sooner rather than later.

I saunter down into the keep's ancient basement, where I keep all my most powerful scrolls, magicks, and most importantly, my enchantment table. I created such a thing for the sole purpose of helping destroy my enemies. With its power, I can embed any weapon with the power to freeze lava, to scorch ice, to summon the many elements to aid me at my command. I grab my short sword, place it on the table, and begin to think.

 

If it's not too late I would like to get involved with this. BIO:
NAME: Stacatto. (He no longer remembers his true name)
GENDER: Male.
LOYALTY: Neutral.
Character Traits: A well trained warrior of a land far to the south of Noc's land, on an expedition on the open seas he was set upon by Noc's Warrior Ulric the Bloodthirsty, he saw his entire crew slaughtered before his eyes, when the remains of his crew washed ashore he had lost all of his memories. He wandered the lands for years and eventually happened upon a rumour of a man he could vaguely remember, months later he happened to stumble onto the carcass of his ship and the memories of that night came rushing back, he headed to the last known location of Ulrik the Bloodthirsty, no-one would stop his quest for revenge.

He is currently unaware of Ulrics demise, and mearly searches for him, showing no mercy to any who try to stop him, be them blue, or red.

 

(I'm still waiting for orders from Noc xD)

 

(I think Noc's been possessed by aliens, he's been away for quite a while)
Gwydion: My enchanting complete, I step back and admire my handiwork. Soon, people will learn to fear this sword...Maelyss!

 

I think i wanna join too, can i make a character?

 

Sure.