CrimsonChampion's 2nd game on Saturdays.

[CrimsonChampion]

First game should start next week.

Looks like there's going to be some pretty epic scenes after looking over the players so far.

[Kaltahn]

Hi Crimson,

This is Mike's son, Raph, and I am indeed ready and willing to join in on the fun. I'll be moving on Thursday of this week - but I should have all that I need by Saturday to get online. I've got a character concept brewing in mind; tell me, how do you feel about a warlock with an addictive personality (drugs, women, demons... men...?)

[CrimsonChampion]

Erm, sounds interesting?

[Kaltahn]

Done up a simple backstory which I believe adequately describes my character but doesn't get into specifics; forgive me, as I'm obviously a newbie to these FG forums, but I don't have an e-mail address to send you this concept and the 'send email' option is failing when I click on it in your profile.

[Johan]

try using send pm, if it doesn't work his pm box is full

[bolohenry2]

I have designed a Gold Dwarf Cleric. OK OK, he's not the best cleric in the world. More of the Friar Tuck type. He worships Silver-beard and is on a pilgrimage. Really they just wanted to get rid of him as he is a pain in the A##. He pretty good in a fight. even better making and drinking beer. He is a good guy with low morals. By the way its bolohenry after the tank books. BOLO.

[CrimsonChampion]

It'd be simpler if you guys had skype lol. Could just post it to me through there. I'm Brahmsdarkstone on it.

If nothing else, try pming, like johan said.

And sorry about the name issue, only remembered part of the name when I saw it.

I'll be leaving FG up on most of the day friday, for those that want to put their character in.

[Johan]

nvm------------

[CrimsonChampion]

RP Experience:

Beerbelly: 700 Exp
Ale: 700 Exp
Robin Hood: 700 Exp
Goblin: 500 Exp
Killer: 200 Exp
Child: 200 Exp

[MikeParham]

Ailiel's Background Story

The war between the light and the dark has been waging for millennia, drawing mortals and other creatures from throughout the planes into its armies to fight vast battles, leaving fields of destruction in its wake. But not all of the battles are fought on such epic scale. Indeed the most important ones, the key turning points, are waged by single entities placed to do the correct action, at the correct location, at the perfect time.

The silvery haired Devic-Knight sits crossed-legged atop the tall cliff overlooking the storm-swept coastal village below. The shift between the planes of reality was more jarring for Aeliel than anticipated, as is the sudden sense of profound weakness his new form, adapted to sustain him within the rules of the mortal realm. As his new essence gathers within him, he recalls the moment of his tasking, the event which lead him to this place and time…

Within my inner vision I recall knelling upon a vast battlefield, the sky a dank reddish hue, so unlike the blue one before me now. Before looms a mighty Throne Archon, golden in color, with great scrolls protruding from his back like wings. These are the judges and commanders of Celestia, and their visitations are always rare and profound. The Archon waves his hand and images appear, displaying the events of my part in the earlier battle, how I directed the actions of the small squad of sword-handed Celestials as they waded through the vile forces before us, righteous rage shining in their eyes, elation flowing from them with each fallen foe. Yet as the scene focuses upon my own visage, I find myself taking a deep breath, and I lower my eyes in shame. For the warrior I see before me does not have that same zeal, that near carnal elation. In fact, he seems almost regretful, that such beautiful beings should be demoted by such appearance. Even as he takes to the fight himself, his strokes are backed by a sense of dispassion, not rage…as he…I, suppress true feelings, the growing sense of despair that we…who hold to such high ideals, are becoming as those we battle… empty, meaningless vessels, filled only by the fuel of violence and fury.

In my shame and regret I lift my eyes up from the vision to the Archon Commander, fully prepared to face his judgment at my so obvious shortcomings. Yet as he reaches forward to place his hand upon my shoulder, it is with a smile upon his face as he speaks… “Be at ease, Aeliel-Knight, for it is pre-ordained that you are not to become such as these ones. Indeed you are far more than a Sword Archon, incensed at the mere sight of less than perfection. It is your considerate spirit, and your thoughtful leadership that has inspired Him to cause your very creation, and these attributes must not yield to such instincts…else all we have done to prepare you thus far is a waste”.

As the mighty Archon sits beside the youthful Deva, he reveals a plan that will take the young angel far from the hallowed realms, into the world of mortals. For an item long lost, once holy and powerful, must be retrieved lest it fall into the hands of corruption. This task will require the aid of mortals, who will need the strength, courage, and thoughtfulness of such a one as Aeliel, to reinforce their own. An undeniable symbol of the Presence of Good in the world, you are to become a Power For Good as well.

In time, Aeliel’s bright smile return as the two discuss many plans and ideas, and the silvery light in his eyes intensify with dedication and resolve. The Archon smiles…”I see that we have chosen well, and our faith in you is well placed. Prepare yourself, young one…for the transition will be harsh and you will discover yourself diminished as per the laws that safeguard the realms. But know that the very hosts go with you, and that He watches over you and will guide your steps."

There is a sudden silence as the world itself stills…and brief moment of immeasurable pain… then the darkness, wind and wetness of the raging storm, as Aeliel opens his eyes upon a new and different place, high above a salty beach…where the distant sound of tavern music beckons.