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Elf-Human War RP
Elf-Human War RP
This is actually an idea for a book I had, but I decided to convert it into a RP. So, here we go!
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The countries of Amalquar and Veeran sit directly next to each other on maps, but that doesn't necessarily mean they're right next to each other. In fact, a huge, magical portal is the only access between them. The portal is right on Amalquar's border, though, which is why confused mapmakers placed them beside each other on maps. In Amalquar live the humans. They are innovative and progressive, constantly pushing forward with new weapons, machines, and inventions. They are ruled by one all-powerful king. The elves live in Veeran. They are, by default, tall, thin creatures, with elongated ears and large, sparkling eyes. They have magical powers, harnessed through staffs with colored glass globes on the end: red globes for battle magic, blue for healing, and green for nature. They are ruled by a star-chosen leader, the Elfair, who is born with a glowing mark on their forehead to show that they will be the next Elfair. Solfar, the king of Amalquar (who I will post a charrie sheet for, along with my other charries, including the Elfair) went nearly insane with rage and sorrow when his wife, Queen Emeria, died from a magical arrow that was meant for him. Solfar immediately declared war on Veeran. The war has now been raging for 15 human years... will it ever end?
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Battle magic consists of blasts of fire and red, harming light. Healing magic is a soft blue light that heals. Nature magic is bolts, kind of like lightning, made of green light.
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Keep in mind that there are elves that live in Amalquar, for various reasons. These elves (if they're male or look male) are forced to choose between incarceration camps or joining the human army. (If they're female or look female, they have to be incarcerated)
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Elf Charrie Sheet:
Name:
Age (for elves, just take what age they'd be in human years and multiply that by 4):
Gender/pronouns:
Appearance:
Magic Type (battle, healing, nature):
Personality:
Backstory (optional):
Do they live in Amalquar or Veeran (if Veeran, and they're male, look male, or are disguised as male, tell whether they're going to join the army or be incarcerated)?:
Other:
Human Charrie Sheet:
Name:
Age:
Gender/pronouns:
Appearance:
Are they a civilian, a soldier, or part of the king's Spy Corp?:
Personality:
Backstory (optional):
Other:
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If you need anything, just ask me! I'll post my charries in a little while.
submitted by Wreeboo, age Immortal, Nowhere and Everywhere
(February 4, 2021 - 6:32 pm)
(February 4, 2021 - 6:32 pm)
We're starting!
Solfar~
Solfar Meeroma sat, straight and tall, on his throne and surveyed the men who knelt on the throne room floor before him with cruel eyes. "You," he pointed to a young man close to the back. His ears tuck out of the side of his helmet, and Solfar frowned. "An elf?" he turned to his advisor, who nodded. "There are elves in the army, sire." Solfar raised his eyebrows and turned back to the general. "Demote every elf," he growled. "Every one." A bead of sweat dripped down the general's face under his helmet, and he nodded, careful not to look at Solfar. The king nodded and waved his hand in dismissal. The soldiers filed out of the palace, looking drained from the encounter. Solfar sat back and smiled.
Zeena~
The Elfair shot a tiny smile at her successor, Leelia, and looked back at the elf standing in front of her. He looked to be 80-something, and he was grinning in an unsettling way. "So let me get this straight. You want to join the army?" she asked. He nodded. "I know I'm not yet 100," he admitted, "but I'm a trained battle mage. I could show you, if you permitted." Zeena sighed and pointed to the opposite side of the room. "There's a target on the wall over there," she supplied. The elf whipped out a short metal stick, and then shook it. It grew into a three-foot-tall rod with a red glass globe on the end. Zeena watched, interested. Only the richest elves could afford stretchable staffs. The elf, his army-green hair perfectly still, planted the bottom of his staff firmly on the ground. A flash of bright red light burst out of the globe and shot towards the target. The wooden circle fell to the floor, now a pile of ash. "Wow!" Zeena cried jumping up from her throne. "And you've been training since what age?" "12, Elfair," the elf bowed respectfully. "What's your name?" Zeena inquired, sitting back in her throne. "Teemo, milady," the elf smiled again. "Am I accepted?" "You may take this," Zeena nodded, handing Teemo a flat, glowing, green seal. He pocketed it and looekd questioningly up at the Elfair. "Show it to the recruiters," Zeena told him. "They'll know that I gave you my permission to joing the army. You are free to go." Teemo shot her another of his unnerving smiles and dashed out of the room.
Aerian~
Aerian looked down at the dusty ground nervously, refusing to catch the eye of his captain. He'd heard that every other elf in the army had been demoted, but there wasn't a position that he could be demoted to, anyway. No, that wasn't what he was worried about. He was worried that his captain knew that he didn't know how to fight at all. But instead, his captain said, in his usual derogatory tone, "Get to your tent, long-eared dog." Aerian dipped his head even farther, to show respect, and then turned and left quickly. He slipped into the ratty, leaky tent that he shared with a few other elves. His friend Femoworr shot him a wry grin. "Got told off again, Aeri?" he asked with a small laugh. Aerian smiled, too, then flopped backward onto his muddy, thin straw mattress. "I wish I could go to Veeran," he sighed. "We're never going to be sent to the front line." "Deserters hang, Aeri," Femoworr's smile slid of his face. "Besides, don't wish you could go fight. Likely, before you could find a chance to leave, you'd have to stop another elf. Would you be accepted there then?" Aerian sighed. "I know, I know. But I've never been to Veeran, and at this rate, I probably never will."
Teemo~
Teemo strode happily out of the recruiters' building, holding a badge tightly in one hand and a leather covering in the other. Soon, he reached a dark, damp-looking allyway. He hesitated for a moment, as if steeling himself, then slipped in. "I'm home, Gramps!" he called in a teasing tone. "Don't lie to me, boy," an old man emerged from the shadows. "I can tell you're keeping something from me. Haven't I told you not to use that tone with me?" Teemo sighed and held up his badge and leather cover. "Look, Gramps," he said, struggling to keep using a bright, cheerful tone, "I got in! I joined the army!" "Hush, boy," the old man scolded. "You're still keeping something from me. You know you don't have to." His tone grew soft and kind. "I'm sorry, Gramps," Teemo sighed. "Are you going to be able to take care of yourself?" This time, he couldn't stop himself from sounding concerned. "Oh, don't you worry about me, boy!" the old man laughed. "I'll join the Thieves' Guild. I'll be perfectly fine. This is the perfect chance for you to carve yourself a place in the world." Teemo smiled, relieved. "Thanks, Gramps," he said. Then he laughed a bit. "Are you sure the Thieves' Guild will accept you? You're not so good at running around anymore." The old man laughed, too. "i'm a much better thief than you'll ever be, boy," he scoffed.
(February 10, 2021 - 1:38 pm)
(February 10, 2021 - 4:01 pm)
(February 10, 2021 - 5:37 pm)
Simian
I couldn't believe it. All my work. Ruined. I had arrived home from the potions store to find my entire house ransacked. Who could have done this? All my papers scattered, some potion bottles shattered, my books all over the ground, and... no. No, no no. They took my totem of the moon. I had spent years crafting that. Anger started to well up inside me. I slammed my door open and walked out into the open city. I ran up to the recruiting room and saw the other elves in the room looking surprised. One of the guards walked up to me. "S-so, Simian! You want to join the army? YOU?" I gave him a dirty look. "I'm not here for that." I turned around and looked directly at the real person I wanted, Zeena. It's safe to say we haven't had the best neighbor relationship. "Zeena! My entire house was ransacked! It was you, wasn't it!" I looked down onto the smaller girl, Leelia. "Or was it you, you little punk?" Zeena stood up taller and looked at me. "Calm down, Simian. None of us destoryed your house." "Well, I'm not going to just stand around at wait for the culprit to confess." She sighed. "Leelia, I'll see you later today. I need to go help Mr. Bloodorange." She grabbed my arm and we walked out of the door. "Simian, if you really are so worked up about this, I'll help you. I owe you for that healing potion you gave us last week."
Lance
After stabbing some scarecrows with a spear for the one hundreth time, a messenger strolled into my open wheat field on horseback. "Sir lance, you are requested at the king's castle. He would like to speak with you about the whole elf situation." The whole elf situation? This can't be good. I hopped onto my horse, and me and the messenger rode to the castle. We quickly arrived, and we both were about to walk in when I heard shouting. A knight ran up to me and the messenger and started commanding that we go into the safe house. "Wait, why?" I asked. "We think we are under attack." Suddenly, three flaming arrows rained from the sky and the knight told us to duck. The arrows landed roght in front of us, but more started flying down. "Get inside now!
@Wreeboo Did I right Zeena correctly? If I didn't, just say.
(February 10, 2021 - 6:26 pm)
You wrote Zeena great! I do love the way you had her be slightly exasperated with pretty much everything.
And I love your character, Simian!
(February 10, 2021 - 8:27 pm)
Sorry I just realized that someone else had submitted the same name before me.. You can change it if you want.
(February 11, 2021 - 12:03 pm)
Rayla~~
Who knew that this little thing could create so much damage? Rayla raised the chamelian to her face and looked into his eyes. the scar along her arm tingled and she set the chamelian down of the forest floor, watching it scurrie into thw undergrownth. "RAYLA!!!" the voice riped through the trees. "COMING" she shouted. she sprinted to the forrest edge andburts out in the city. she looked around for the person that had called her, and saw Mirocks, waving her over. "what is it?" Rayla said. "Not so loud." he wispered back. he pushed open the door and led her inside, leading her to the back of the grocrie maket. "what is it!" she says, louder. "their senig out trupes to attack and we need you out there." "What? Mirocks, you know how i feel about this." "I do?" his face clouded with con fusion. "well duh. what are you waiting for, lets go!" "oh uh, ok-" she grabbed his arm and pulled him to the side of the building, jumping on the horses there. as she galloped into the distance, a blinding green shoot slithered along th efloor to lead the way to the battle feild.
I know shes nature, but shes a very skilled fighter an dshe cant resist a good battle.
(February 11, 2021 - 2:53 pm)
How exactly does this work? I am new to RP´s and... Im confused a bit. Is the same person writing the whole thing? (I don´t think so but-)
(February 11, 2021 - 8:00 pm)
Everyone writes installments from their character's perspective!
(February 12, 2021 - 11:54 am)
Thank you very much very helpful. I will try not to mess up the plot but okay should I change the name cuz there is already someone else with the same name
(February 12, 2021 - 4:49 pm)
Arwen (I changed the name)
The forest once provided safety and peace,but now, no more. They had been here. The soil was lighty pressed on, along with a trail of something big. Probably a weapon. By the looks of it, they were obviously dragging it. A *snap* brought her back to the present. Oh great. Now she reavealed herself. Ah well, she thought, I better practice now.She summoned a fire blast and keept practicing untill dawn.
Eileena
As the sunset begin to dip, she headed back to the army, checking off the required food from villages. The job paid well enough, and all she had to do was check which village had paid in food, then the horses would pick it up. As she handed the checklist to the main supply manager, he smiled and thanked her. She knew he took a liking to her, as others took the whole day to fill out the sheet. She wouldn´t get into trouble anytime soon.
(Is that how you do it? Please comment and tell me how I can get better thanks :)
(February 12, 2021 - 5:19 pm)
This is great! If this is your first RP, it doesn't show much. You wrote really well.
(February 13, 2021 - 12:13 pm)
Okay thanks :) Hmmmm who will write next im wondering
(February 15, 2021 - 1:38 pm)
(February 14, 2021 - 4:47 pm)
Hopefully I'm not too late to the party. I was gone from the CB for a few days due to life stuff, but I'm back now and wow, the rp looks great so far. I hope this roleplay will have a long lifespan!
~Louis~
I paced around the living room of the small cottage I owned. I looked outside my window, and sighed quietly. I wished that the rumours weren't true, that yet another fight wasn't coming, but unfortunately, the fight was probably going to happen. And every single time, my nerves were practically shot whilst hiding away in the shelter. There were some villagers that hid in underground shelters scattered through the city. However, I never joined them. Instead, I had my own shelter in the form of a surprisingly invisible cellar.
I looked outside again and caught my breath. Armored human soldiers had appeared, and they looked prepared and determined. I knew what that meant. I ran outside to the back of my house and found the particular memorized spot. I grabbed a shovel and dug a minute. A small wooden hatch appeared, and I quickly opened it. When I stepped on the first step of the descending stone staircase, I put the door back on the hatch door above and went down the stairs.
I came into the small and dark dirt room, with shelves filled with food and other essentials. Many times, the fight would last many days. So, I guess, I will be spending a lot of time in here. If only the war would end. Couldn't everyone just get along? I shook my head and sat in a corner, waiting for the inevitable sounds of war.
(February 15, 2021 - 11:56 am)