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[Beorhun]

I'm still a newbie after a few months here on OB. Still, I'll try my hand at another RPG, now that I know the way to go about it. So, the first serious RPG by Newbie Eliwood.
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In a cold, forsaken corner of the planet is the forgotten island of Utheri. For many ages, the people believed it was evil, a nexus of evil and darkness. That is, until the Empire found that the area was rich in adamantite ore. They sent a crew of miners and Imperial guards there to mine in the three major mountains: Evesark, Tuveskar, and Arelas. Upon their arrival on the island, they were plauged by irregular raids by the Skaal goblins, disease, and the constant darkness and snow. Still, they perservered and set up a small city, named after the Emporer, in the heart of the forest, named Takenawa. The leader of the villiage had a relay system where a small group of guards would guard the boats and send word of their mining progress to the mainland. [/I]

A messanger ran through the snow, with every step he hoped he would not trip. He was ragged, and wore a tattered fur cloak around his rags. In the distance he could see the shore, with the few remaining boats that were there. He shivered, and tried to quicken his pace. He reached the shores and saw that the Zethi had reached there first. The Zethi had been attacking them and the goblins for months, and the last message they had sent was for reinforcements. He gasped as he saw what they had done. The boats were scrapped, and the mangled corpses of the remaining guards had been pinned to the torn wall of the main ship. He fell to his knees, feeling the cold grasp of hopelessness take him. He suddenly heard whispers from the surrounding pines. His eyes began to widen as he felt a cold hand on his shoulder. He turned about and saw the face of a Zethi, garbed in black and fur, staring down on him. The zethi grinned widely, and held up his hand...

A white arrow landed outside the door of the town hall. On it was tied a blood stained note. The leader of the villiage stepped out and read the piece of paper tied to the shaft of the arrow.
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To whomever it may concern-
-We are in dire need of reinforcements in the Uheri outpost. We have taken many casualties, and we are losing our forces even as I write this. Send anything that you can spare, I can only hope it will be enough.
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It was the note that his second in command, Darius, had sent to be taken to the dock patrol. At the bottom was a strange rune, written in red. Yet little did the villiage know that the Empire was already arranging for a group of mercenaries to defend Takenawa and uncover the mysteries behind the snows of Utheri...

Alright, so I need three mercenaries, choose what they're like youself. Also I need the head of the Villiage, an old, veteran samurai. Finally, I need the first in command and the second in command of the Zethi.

Okay, here's the sign up.

Position:
Name:
Age:
Weapon:
Weapon Name (Optional):
Favored Element: Fire, Ice, Air, Earth, Life, Death, Order, or Chaos.
Appearance:
Bio:

Sorry that this is a pretty generic sign-up post, but hey, I'm a newbie.

Edit: Oh, yeah, I made a lot of major touch-ups to the story and whatnot, but it remains principaly the same. Also, I'll take the role of the head Zethi. Also, to Sword Breaker, I've never heard of the Middle of Nowhere book. This is based mainly off of the Bloodmoon expansion for Morrowind, the Dark Tower series, and sparing bits of Inuyasha and Wolf's Rain, but mostly it's my own creation.

Position: Zethi Commander
Name: Galos Avanyon
Age: 359
Weapon: Ironwood Quarterstaff
Weapon Name: Lament
Favored Element: Death
Appearance: Galos wears regal black and fur robes that cover his entire body. His left arm is slowly decaying over age, and some of the flesh is rotting off. He has pure white eyes, and long, flowing black hair. His skin, like all Zethi, is bluish green, and he has arcane markings under each eye, like many Zethi.

[Sword Breaker]

This remindes of of Middle of Nowhere in the Dragon Lance series... so i'll go for that look for my charectar aswell! (In fact it is probably a total rip!)
My guy may seem a bit rigged at first, jsut wait, you'll see.

Role: Mercanary
Name: Sh'illa Krezna
Race: Minatour
Weapon: Massive Minatour Axe slung over his back.
Weapons Name: Weeper
Favored Element: Order
Apperance: Sh'illa is tall, like all minatours, with well muscled arms and legs. Hooves for feet. His massive hands are the perfect size for Weeper. One of his horns is twisted in a downward fashion, while the other is missing. Soft blue eyes. Thick brown hair covers his entire body. He wares a loincloth.
Personality: Sh'illa's outward apperance is qutie deviing. He is tenderhearted and a poet. He dose not like to kill, but he will do what he is told to. He named his weapon Weeper, mainly becouse, when he uses it, it makes him weep.
Bio: Sh'illa grew up in a Minatour city, a port on the coastline. This city was a city of seafaring minatour piarets, who robed and stole for a living. As a result, halkf of the village was very rich, the other very poor. Sh'illa grew up on the rich side. His father was a famous pirate. Not a captain, but a great fighter. He has single-handedly sunk many a human vessal, and has plundered himself a massive horde of gold, jewels, and women. While his father enjoyed the life, Sh'illa found that it was hardly fair. He often found himself staring out of the window, watching the poor go about their buisness. Soon, againts his fathers wishs, Sh'illa became fond of going down into the streets, and reading poetry which was reserved for the rich, for thus was the Minatour higerarchy. His father became offended with his son, and cast him out of the Minatour nation. He found himself wandering the massive Empires of Humans, Dwarves, and Elves. Soon, due to the training his father forced on him, Sh'illa found himself working for a Empire mercanary camp.

[Beorhun]

Uh...sorry, but this thread is dead. I don't exactly know why, but no one has signed up. So...without further ado, no more sign ups, Snows of Utheri is dead. Sorry, everyone who even vaugely considered signing up. However, I'll dust myself off and end up trying again soon enough. ;) Later.