The Plot:
The World was divided in two after thousands of years of conquering, at first no empires were created, but slowly empires were formed trough betrayals, pacts and wars. As the two great empires were formed life seemed peaceful for the world, but then disaster struck as the other empires only heir of the emperor was slain by a group of assasins. In his missery the emperor wanted someone to blame and his eyes turned towards his neighbour, the real truth was never found out yet the war started between the two.
Many great battles were fought, thounsands died and cities ruined until one day both of the emperors met on the great plains of Yithare. Both sides engaged fanaticly against each others, in the end neither prevailed and the armies broke scattering. Many soldiers ran away when they saw their emperors fall in battle, the soldiers went home leaving a bloody mess behind. Now power hungry warlords want to claim lands that they can, cities have all claimed indepence so whp will seize this opportunity? And whom will rise to power? All that remains of the two great empires of Scytha and Delerman are only remnants of their forces and greatest cities...
(This a remake of my older rp, Age of creation...)
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Name: Daraniar(Draz) Mentecus
Age: 138
Race: 3/4 Elf
Position/Profession: Bandit/Ex-Captain of the Scythas emperors armies
Appearence: Long brown hair that reach his shoulder, inspective dark grey eyes, sharp facial features, long and thin fingers.
Clothes: Dark brown clothes, a sleeveless shirt, brown pants and a red shash, a brown studded leather armour, iron bracelets and a dark cape with a golden image of a wyvern wearing a scepter.
Weapons: A Scimitar and a long dagger(main weapons), five throwing axes on his belt and a handblade that is hidden in his bracelet.
History:
Draz was the second child of a rich couple(all tough his sister was from an earlier marriage of his father) living in the great empire of Delerman, Draz of course isn`t his own name, but Daraniar yet he prefers his shorter favourite name that his father liked to use. Draz and his sister Alariel spent a happy childhood until they were in for a grown up life. Draz of course grew up sort of at the same time as his sister all tough she was older, but the human blood in him must have been a factor. Draz began a military career, his sister had another cours, but as war came the family had to move away from the border that they were living near to.
As Draz was in the military he heard that his family was dead and as he arrived at the families estate he found his sister alive. He took her back to the garrison where she was putten back to health yet suprised everyone by wanting to join the army to have revenge upon the scythans. Draz was first terrified yet then accepted the fact that he might die leaving his sister alone. They were both putten into the same unit as leaders of it or Draz was the leader, but after two years they got into a tight spot and Draz`s sister solved the situation saving the empires supply lines. After two years from that his sister had become somewhat of a legend and was awarded as the rank of a general while Draz was a Colonel.
In his jealosy Draz betrayed his own sister jumping to the Scythans, he made a suprise attack against his sisters troops, which could have caused a disaster yet he Draz was beaten and he could only swear to surpass his sister one day. After a month from that the great battle came and so the two met on the battlefield...
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Thousands bodies layed on the ground, most dead and the rest of them dying as they couldn`t get up. Some had walked away and the most fanatical fought to the bitter not to mention pointeless end. A lonely figure stood on the field quietly singing to himself something, he had his scimitar and dagger at hand. By his face you could tell that he was exhausted, but yet had an odd look in his eyes as, if he was waiting for something. Soon a figure walked across the field towards him, the man smirked as he saw his own sister. The target of all his anger and fustration for all these years, the sister he had betrayed in his jealousy and the sister he still wanted to kill.
"Draz..." Alariel started after they had stood there quietly for a while.
"Yes sis?" Draz said quietly with a smile.
"Come, lets go home and leave this whole mess behind us..." She said offering her hand.
"Ah... that would be your picture of a happy ending wouldn`t it?" Draz asked with a bitter tone as he grinned his teeth.
"It`s what you own me after.... what you did..." She said with a serious tone.
"I own you nothing, I never did and yet you always stole all the credit. A general they all said wondering how his brother felt being thrown into the corner as the great general was turning the war for the empire...." Draz hmped. "I guess that doesn`t matter whom we served, but what happened and what will happen between us does..."
Draz finnished as he point his scimitar towards his sister.
"You can`t be serious, it is over Draz! The war is over! There is no reason to fight, we can go home and live happily. I do not hate you for betraying me..." Alariel protested.
"But I do hate you, I guess it has been always my human side that has hated you and spoiled my elven blood."
Draz said and swinged his weapons as he attacked Alariel, but she was prepared and blocked the strikes with her longsword. They both exhanged strikes and Draz slashed his sisters hand to blood, she had to fight with her right hand yet always shouted at his mad brother to stop. Draz jumped and swinged his sword, then his dagger followed and then he felt the blade his ribs. He ughed and stepped back dropping his weapons, he felt tired and wanted to just leave to his mother and father. He heard his sisters sad shouts, but that wasn`t enough to bring him back, he closed his eyes as his blood flowed to the ground.
He heard her sister crying, he had finally got his revenge and triumphed over his sister. Soon it would be over and he would have won, imagine that.
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PS. To others, you may have been involved in the battle or something else...
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