Loyalty Dorrakullan
Name: Soul Edge
Fighter type: Demon
Rank:warrior
Weapon: the Soul Edge(no souls absorbed yet)
Description: One of the stronger warriors in Dorrakullan's army. wields the Soul Edge. If his physical body is destroyed, he can resurrect himself onto the next person that wields the Soul Edge. (If anyone picks it up, he takes over them. If it's player controlled, he transfers to an NPC)
Backround story: After being defeated again by the Soul Calibur, The Soul Edge was badly weakened. It's physical from almost beyond recovery. He joined Dorrakullan's army in order to regain his strength, hoping to once again cover the world in darkness
(If the Soul Edge is too strong/not aloowed, I'll change it)
Drath came to where a fortress. "Finally I can see how my men are doing," he said. He walked through the open gates and saw some soldiers standing around. Some people walked down the streets blacksmith worked on metal it was like no war was occuring. Drath wanted to remember this moment when everything seemed right on earth for when the war reached them it wouldnt be so pleasant. He came up to his men and waved to them. "You all ready for this battle?" he asked. Some shook their heads others mumbled yes. "You all need to be training not standing around here I'm sorry but you have to be in tip top shape this war will not be easy". the mens eyes were filled with fear but Drath didnt blame them for he knew what they would fight most of the men were brave though. He walked over to the local pub and sat at the bar. "Hello Drath what can I get for ya?" the man at the counter asked. "The usual frolin," he said. Frolin poured some beer into a mug and Drath drunk it down quickly. He put some gold coins on the table and walked through the town.
T'al ate a slice of bread as he emerged into the dull, dark morning air. His archers were all ready and awaiting his orders, as well as a surge of warriors and demons that had been sent in under his command. He quickly sent off a messenger to thank the other commanders, and he ordered the troops to march. Reaper's banners were held high above them as their feet made a rythmic beat against the ground. T'al led them on his black, bony horse, the smell of rotting, burning flesh eminating from it.
((hacker, a skeleton wouldnt need bread. Crimson king, there are a lot of flaws with ur character. first off, he cant b called soul edge. also, u cant have the soul edge. fix him up and then u might b able to play))
Arnokulus pulled out his bow and walked over to the archery range. He notched an arrow to his bowstring and pulled the string taut. *Fssssssk!* the arrow landed in the bullseye. Two more quickly followed. He nodded happily. "That's the way it's done." he said to a nearby archer, getting a few out of the bullseye.
Loyalty (Dorrakullan, Grim Reaper, Human):Human
Name: Once known as Cera, but entered the war under the name of Zecharia or "Zack"
Fighter type: Archer
Rank: 1st Lieutenant
Weapons (don't overdo it): Longbow and arrows (as most archers would have one) has a weird sense of humor and dips about half of her arrows in poison, and carries a dagger with her.
Description (include appearance and way you act): messy dark brown hair with piercing grey eyes that seem to follow one everywhere, a scar can be traced right at her hairline above her left eye which is usually covered by hair. She is fairly quiet, afraid that her voice will give her away, even though she sounds like a young boy. You could of course say that she is "flat chested" and is tall and scrawny. Not too many know the extent of her personality, which although she is a fantastic archer, she is filled with anger towards those who would not allow her to fight originally.
Backround story: Cera was born to a powerful family, but was unhappy, saomething was missing. She soon found out what that something was, and was often found practicing with the male archers for "fun". She learned to love the sport and wished that she could join the ranks... even though it was forbidden by her father. She pleaded again and again, but could not change her fathers mind. Soon after , she heard the elven archers were setting out to help the humans in war, she took this as her only oppurtunity to ever join them. She cut her beautiful long locks of dark hair, and entered the ranks of the archers just like many of the other men, and changed her name. She was shorter than most of them, but none of them had questioned, or recognized her, as a woman... yet.
(Well... food* xD) T'al was continuing to ride when he signaled a halt. They had covered a great distance for this many, over thirty leagues, and made them camp here for the night. The sky was cloudy, a red in the twighlight. He walked into his newly posted quarters and sat, planning the new attack.
Arnokulus caught another skilled archer out of the corner of his eye. In the bullseye was quite a nice number of arrows. He walked over to the archer. "Where did you learn to shoot like that?! You've got some skills. Did you just get here with the elves? By the way, in case you didn't know, I am the general of this army. My name is Arnokulus the Warrior. What's yours?"
Zack shot another arrow before turning and speaking to Arnokulus. "Pleasure to meet you,and I did just get here with the rest of the elves. I learned most of this from just watching the others... The name is Zecharia.. but I am commonly known as just Zack," she said putting on her best act in front of her general.
T'al was in a frantic battle with his messnger, who had a curse put on him to MAKE T'al wait for the others. For a split moment, T'al almost killed the thing, but sent him off. He decided to abide the commands and sat there, continuing to plan the attack. The messenger outside announced what was happening and a few scouts were sent to search the area.
Loyalty: Human
Name: Erathron
Fighter type: Sorcerer
Rank: Advisor to the human leaders
Weapons: Oak staff, twin shor swords
Description ): Erathron wears a green hooded robe and uses nature magic that controls plants and to a limited edegree, animals. He is a stubborn, holy-like person who once served the demos but, realising he was in over his head, fled to warn human-kind and became a key advisor to thei leaders and a strong sorcerous warrior
Magic Type: Nature
OK?
((dark shazam, there is no sorcerer class and i understand what u mean by nature but that would be earth.))
Arnokulus turned to Drath. "Most of these men are not fighters! They just came and we gave them armor. Most will not stand a chance against the demons and skeletons! Just ready the defences and bring me the finest men you can find, we need a strike team."
After the few hours of marching, a feud began to erupt between two archers and some of the brutes. T'al quickly put up a hand to halt and took out his bow and nocked an arrow aiming at the brute. "Whats going on here?!" The brute sneered at him and began charging. "Not another senseless warrior... " He said to himself as he let his arrow fly and got him right between the eyes. The general of the heavy brutes and demons started rambling on about how he was their best fighter and should deserve better. T'al, ignoring him, walked to the two archers and yelled at them to go to the back ranks and start covering the three armies tracks as punishment. "You all will start working together!! Lord Reaper when he controled everything had you all under different flanks, I understand that. But now, work together and make it like it was before the humans were here!" And after that he climbed back on his rotting horse and the marched off.
(Basically the army T'al is leading consists of his archers and warriors, Reaper serving demons, Sorcerors and one Death Rider.)