Sign Up Quest for Glory: So You Wanna Be A Hero?

[The Unholy Newt]

[color=red]This RPG is kind of a favour to Enigma. He asked someone to do a QFG II RPG. So I decided rather start from the second, we'll begin at the beginning as all good RPG's should. If this one is a success, I will make parts 2, 3, 4 and 5 as well.[/color]

[color=blue]All of you who have played the games should have a lot of fun in this one. Unlike in the series however, we'll let you become a Paladin straight away, as along with Thief, Fighter and Mage.[/color]

[color=green]ADVERTISEMENT!

Wanted, Hero to save the town of Spielburg. See the Adventurers Guild for details.[/color]

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|GUILD NOTICEBOARD|
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1. Reward for whoever can find lost ring. Please return to healer.
2. WANTED, Brigand Warlock, DEAD OR ALIVE.
3. WANTED, Brigand Leader, DEAD OR ALIVE.
4. Reward for the return of the Baronet Spielburg to Castle Spielburg.
5. Reward for the return of Elsa Von Spielburg to Castle Spielburg.
6. WANTED, Ogress Baba Yaga, DEAD.
7. Wanted, spell components. See Healer for details.
8. Wanted, Adventurer to break curse on Spielburg and claim title "Hero of Spielburg" see Baron Von Spielburg for details at Castle Spielburg.

Have a nice day :)

[color=sienna]Details for sign up:
Name:
Age:
Class:
Bio: (Not Compulsory)
Description: (Not Compulsory)

Class Stuff:
Thief -
Equipment: Lockpick, Leather Armour, Dagger
Spells: None
Fighter -
Equipment: Sword, Shield, Leather Armour
Spells: None
Mage -
Equipment: Dagger, Leather Armour
Spells: Zap (Enchant Weapon)
Paladin -
Equipment: Sword, Shield, Chain Armour
Spells: Zap, Heal
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[color=orange]My Character -
Name: Tyrael
Age: 21
Class: Thief
Bio: Graduated with honours from the National Thieves Academy in Silmaria, came to Spielburg for some action and stuff to steal. Main goal is to aquire all four Black Birds and discover which is the real one.[/color]

[spoiler]~TUN[/spoiler]

[Mitch]

[color=red] Mmm...I suppose.

[b]Name:[/b] Gurthang
[b]Age:[/b] 34
[b]Class:[/b] Paladin
[b]Bio:[/b] Born in the town of Spielburg, Gurthang has long been a paladin, fighting justice, and doing rectitude.
[b]Description:[/b] Wears, of course, all white armor, clothes, shoes, and the such. Is about 6' tall, and has black hair. His eyes are white, as are his eyebrows.[/color]

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]I should be getting my internet working decently in the next fews days, and this doesn't look like it is going anywhere, so I'll drag it out of the pit it has already fallen into for you.... I'll even keep it sane, provided Cloricus doesn't get involved. Then I'll do my best to have him lynched or something.


Name: Lacroix s'Xalerian, "The Archon"
Age: 27
Class: Mage
Bio/Description: [Edit]Well, may as well. The s'Xalerians are the head of the Vishaki mage clan of the far east. Lacroix was a promising young student, and was tutored by nearly a score of archmages from the age of 5 up until his departure (a.k.a. banishment). He was always a solitary boy, and had few human contacts. Despite his youth, he would often go off alone into the wilderness for days on end. He talked little, though he was far above average intelligence. Thus, he was often contemptuous of others, which, added to the arrogant ease with which he wielded his talent, lead to common retribution. Lacroix quickly learnt to defend himself, which lead to further hatred of him. Despite all this, his instructors warmed to him. Among these was a withered old being named Ski'jul. Now, Ski'jul was a solitary being, who had spent his life studying the more ...esoteric side of arcana. In other terms, he had long walked the Dark Road. Being of a somewhat darker character himself, Lacroix was naturally drawn to Ski'jul, and Ski'jul found an adept and willing pupil in Lacroix. When found out be Rakskini, Lacroix's father and the head of the clan, Ski'jul summoned several hellish creatures, which destroyed the larger percentage of the clan before being killed. Ski'jul then fled, taking with him the 14 year old Lacroix.

Lacroix was truly indoctrinated along the Dark Road, and was an experience walker when at last he tracked down by his vengeful father. Set upon in the middle of the night by several Templars, as well as four archmages, including Rakshini. Ski'jul's head was split by a flanged mace, and his soul ripped to shreds while it tried to reach the etheric planes. No ressurrection, or otherworldly contact, would be in any way possible. Lacroix was subdued, and taken back to the heart of the clan. He was exorcised of his summoning ability and knowledge. Attempting to cling to their gate to the material plane, Lacroix's Familiar demons ended ripping his mind apart during the arcane struggle. Afterwards, most of Lacroix's talent was rent asunder, leaving him a far less powerful being than he was, and no memory of his time walking the Dark Road. At this time, he was 17, and shunned and hated by most of the people around him.

A year later, on his 18th birthday, which coincided with the darknest, longest night of the year, winter solstice, a huge party was held, for although Lacroix had been corrupted by evil, he was still a member of the s'Xalerians. Prestige can do dangerous things to people.

The festivities lasted long into the next day. Nobody noticed that the guest of honor had disappeared earlier though, at exactly midnight. By then, they were all so deep in their cups they wouldn't have cared.

Lacroix went immediately to the library, to the great histories of the Vikshaki. His intentions, originally, were innocent. For he merely wished to unearth the reasons he was considered so pernicious. Sure enough, his ordeal was well described and dissected. At this, Lacroix grew enraged. Always independant, the idea that someone would dare interfere with his free will left him in a cold fury. He went straight away to his father's chambers, killing the single guard with a purloined dagger. From his father's private library, he stole several eldritch tomes, whihc he studied in secret for most of the night.

The next day, he ran into the great hall and awoke his father, frantically telling him of the dead guard and the theft. His father, afraid, for the tomes contents were deadly, sent most of the clan out to find out what had happened to them. This was perfect the burgeoning murderer. The small remainder left had no chance, mudered by the infernal beasts Lacroix conjured up. The last to die was Rakskini. As he was torn to pieces at his son's command, he despaired, not for himself, but for the toll that would be enacted upon his son.

When the searches returned, the place was a charnel house. Lacroix had long fled the scene. A search turned up the stolen books, and Lacroix was immediately hunted down through scrying. Again, he was purged, and this time, set under ciphers of binding and command. At the peril of his life and soul, he was unable to touch the demonic planes. Undaunted, he turned his mind to other planes, other energy sprites, and started to learn the arts of an evocator. Suspicious, the remaining clan members warded him against any otherplanar contact. Lacroix fell into a rage, and attempted to break through the binding, his mind striking at it again and again, as a beast in a cage. As he clubbed himself into unconsciousness, his mental outputs, driven by his restored natural talent, drove a psionic blast into all around him. He awoke an hour later. Immediately, he was banished, and all arcanic knowledge he had learnt under the instruction of the Vishaki drained from him. He was still in possession of his natural talent. And now, he had the powers of a budding psionic.

Lacroix wandered alone for years, testing and perfecting his psionic abilites. Eventually, he turned up in the town of Spielburg, and settled down.

With a darkened soul, and an already dark character, Lacroix's gothic nature adapted quickly to the anarchal life of the streets of Spielburg. He found that the rich and powerful were as corrupt as any demon, and always needed people quitely disposed of, in a fashion they could not be implicated for. With his psionic abilites, and nihilistic, eremophilic nature, Lacroix was the perfect assassin.

The guild of assassins in the city , wary of his power, attempted to kill him several times. Eventually, he destroyed it. Thus, without competition, he is the prime assassin, servicing anyone who can pay the price. Unknown to his employers however, he is somewhat insane, and although he always kills his mark, should be held in deepest caution. His eldritch manners of killing, along with his blackened leather armour, black pants, black hair, deadwhite face and black cloak, earnt him the title of "The Archon", among the city's underbelly. Few people trouble him, unless they desire his services.

The Archon is currently in the employ of an un-named local nobleman, interested in the spoils sure to be had from saving the town. The nobleman hired The Archon to fufill the quests, and give him the gold and such. Having no use for material wealth, The Archon agreed. He carefully prepared a facade of honour and heroism, for being an emotionless soul, and a gifted actor, he can make himself fit in to any circumstances, and adapt any persona in the blink of an eye. Currently using several aliases, the one under which he is applying for the quest being Lacroix s'Xalerian, honored member of the Vishaki mage clan...




Decent description: Lacroix is six foot tall, with shoulder length black hair that shimmers silver. Lacroix had steel grey eyes, hardened by time and experience. Very few people can hold his emotionless gaze. The chaos in his soul reflects out those portal, swirling through the black flecks in the iris of his eyes. He has a hawklike nose, and a thin mouth. He tends to blacken his lips. His skin is bone-white, due to his intense dislike of sunlight. This, and his manner of dress, has led many to believe he is of a vampyric origin. That may be so, Lacroix isn't sure, as he quite often has obscure hungers that disappear with his next kill. The difference between emotion and physical sensation is very thin...

Lacroix wears a black brigandine that leaves his arms bare, with runic symbols etched into the back. Black pants, soundless in motion, flow down to just above his ankles, revealing tough leather boots, with strangely noiseless soles, no matter the surface. It is a matter of speculation among the underside of the city's populace as to just how many daggers are in those boots... Lacroix's forearms are covered with black leather bracers, each with a design on the upper side. The etched areas are filled with onyx. Over this, he wears a long-sleeved black shirt. Due to his white skin, it is important than any reflective surface, a.k.a. all of him, be covered. When forced into daylight, or meeting an employer, he wears a deeply cowled cloak, with a disguising hood.


I'll explain psionicism and such a bit later, depending on what Dave does and doesn't allow.[/font][/color]

[Orien_Xel]

Name: Orien Zel
Age: 21
Class: Paladin
Bio/Description: A eager, young paladin. He wants to go out and fight evil, but he just got finnished training, so he is a rookie! Has blue hair, and green eyes.

[DuoMax]

Name:Nasan
Age:23
Class:fighter
Bio: although, ung, he is the veteran of many battles. He is a mercenary through and through
Description: he has black hair d green eyes, stands about 5'11". he would be handsome if it weren't for a scar that begins just above his left eye and runs don across the bridge of his nose, ending at his neck.

[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Somebody except me had better write a decent bio/description....[/font][/color]

[enigma]

[COLOR=blue][I]YEAAH!!! PICK ME! PICK ME!!!!

Name: Hairy McLairy (from Donaldson's Dairy)
Age: 25
Class: Mage
Appearance: (basically the appearance in the game)
Bio: After studing magic for 302582 years and managing to be only 25 years old, Hairy McLairy (from Donaldson's Dairy) has learnt 1 spell.
He came to Spielburg with just one desire. To find and pop the giant Antwerp that hides in bushes and bounces on unwary bystanders.[/COLOR][/I]

[Ravenstorture]

[COLOR=darkgreen][FONT=century gothic]
Name: Alastuin West
Age: 25
Class: Thief
Bio: Raised by fishmongers. Steals stuff because she can, and is quite good at it. Oh, and yeah, She Wants To Be a Hero.
Description: Surprisingly sexy for a fishmonger.

Basically, I'm in, but you'll have to give me a minute to compete with [i]milord[/i] here...

[edit]Ok, so you found me out. But it's good, what I wrote, and now you ain't reading NONE OF IT!!!!!
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[The Harlequin]

[font=gothic][color=crimson]Ha. You got nothing! [Edit]Oh gods I love you.[/Edit] Oh, and to clear something up, my character was in no way derived from anything remotely related to Starcraft....[/font][/color]

[Ravenstorture]

[color=darkgreen][font=gothic]Won't win me over wiht that one, my love. I love you too. Here is... something.

Bio: Alastuin was born pure evil, with an annoying tendancy to grab lots of stuff and hide it, bury it or burn it. Her parents, being fishmongers, raised her in a seaside house amongst fish and many other oceanic creatures. She learnt to swim like her trade at the age of three, and other talents bestowed upon her by her parents are fishing, tanning of fish leather, cooking of fish and trout tickling. Seemingly as her life was a bit one sided, she evened it out by delving deep in the world of crime. Like everything she puts her heart into, she became rather good at that, too. Fish facinate her, and she defends their name feircely, but when exposed to them for long periods at a time in the sun, she becomes agitated and aggressive.

Description: From a life of eating nothing but fish and salad, her figure was moulded finely and is rather magnetic to the eyes of jsut about anyone who isn't her parents. Swimming, hauling nets, reefing currents and climbing walls has given her the gift of great strength and agility. She enjoys wrapping her body with black leather in the belief that her body was given to her to use as a tool, to lure, to distract, and to attack. Working mostly at night has kept her skin astoundingly white and veined. [/font][/color]