Lordxana0
Junior Member
"Greetings to those who are known as Musketeers, I write this letter never knowing if it will reach you but praying to the Creator and each of the Saints that it does. I am the Crown Price of a large Kingdom by the name of Zorim, and I have seen such pain in my kingdom that it rends my heart. Without having made it known I have walked among our people and felt their despair. Children dead on their mothers breast for lack of food, priests thrown from their places of worship so that they can be remade into the sanctuary of a witch. Nobles feed of honey and boar while the common people beg for rats. My peoples pain is my own, but I have no power, and even my father the King is made into a figurehead by the Nobles, holding our kingdom hostage with threats of pulling out their money and leaving us to fund more powerful kingdoms should their demands not be met. But I can no longer stand this, I can't live knowing that my people suffer. I do not ask for you to empower or serve me, I beg you to do what must be done for my people. I don't care if I am cast from my place on the throne and live the life of a commoner working on my hands and knees to scrub floors. Please I cast aside my pride and beg you in the name of the Saint's and the Creator, please save my people. I beg this of you.'
An old man lowered a crumpled letter onto a large wooden table in the center of a large hall, filled with figures wearing red robes with hoods that covered their faces. Also at the table was a pale blonde man with a massive great sword at his side, and a young woman with raven hair and ebony skin who wore pistols on her sides. "This is the request that has come to us," the old man stated.
"I see," the pale man said, lacing his fingers together and looking forward. "If people are being abused then the only action we can take is to strive forward and save them." he smiled confidently and put a hand on his blade, as if he was ready to leave at that exact moment to right all that he saw.
The raven haired woman looked less sure. "And if this is a trap? We have never been friends to nobility before, having a Prince write us and begging for his people sounds suspicious to me." her words weren't meant to be unkind, but carried with them an air of realism to them that was hard to deny.
"I must rebuke you at that," the old man put a hand over the letter. "This paper carries with it the soul of a gentle person, even with my weak senses I can still feel the tears that splashed on it while he cursed his own weakness."
With a nod of her head the woman accepted those words, the oldest Seeker among them would simply know such things. "Very well, but I would still recommend we send a group forward to observe the situation before we gather all of our forces."
"I agree my dear." the old man replied with a nod.
The pale man frowned but accepted the words of his fellow Musketeers. "I see, then!" he stood up on his chair and looked to the various figured that surrounded the table. "Well you heard our High Seeker, we are looking for any who would brave this task for the people who are so readily abused by those above them. Those who feel the need to right this wrong speak now!"
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Age:
Gender:
Class:
Personality:
Backstory:
Appearance: [Imagine or description]
Weapon: [Image or description]
Spells: [For Seekers to put forward their most common abilities that they use.]
Creed: [Your characters personal oath. Each Musketeer agrees to uphold the three rules, but take a fourth that defines them. Could be as simple as 'always aid the poor' or more complicated. A Creed is their own personal promise to themselves and should connect with both personality and backstory]
An old man lowered a crumpled letter onto a large wooden table in the center of a large hall, filled with figures wearing red robes with hoods that covered their faces. Also at the table was a pale blonde man with a massive great sword at his side, and a young woman with raven hair and ebony skin who wore pistols on her sides. "This is the request that has come to us," the old man stated.
"I see," the pale man said, lacing his fingers together and looking forward. "If people are being abused then the only action we can take is to strive forward and save them." he smiled confidently and put a hand on his blade, as if he was ready to leave at that exact moment to right all that he saw.
The raven haired woman looked less sure. "And if this is a trap? We have never been friends to nobility before, having a Prince write us and begging for his people sounds suspicious to me." her words weren't meant to be unkind, but carried with them an air of realism to them that was hard to deny.
"I must rebuke you at that," the old man put a hand over the letter. "This paper carries with it the soul of a gentle person, even with my weak senses I can still feel the tears that splashed on it while he cursed his own weakness."
With a nod of her head the woman accepted those words, the oldest Seeker among them would simply know such things. "Very well, but I would still recommend we send a group forward to observe the situation before we gather all of our forces."
"I agree my dear." the old man replied with a nod.
The pale man frowned but accepted the words of his fellow Musketeers. "I see, then!" he stood up on his chair and looked to the various figured that surrounded the table. "Well you heard our High Seeker, we are looking for any who would brave this task for the people who are so readily abused by those above them. Those who feel the need to right this wrong speak now!"
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Classes
- Master of Arms- A Master of Arms is a Musketeer who strives to find power within the strength of their arms and their chosen weapon. Each has studied long hours and practiced each day in order to use their weapon to its fullest potential. In the hands of a Master of Arms a knife is as deadly as any sword. Beyond this they have honed their own bodies until they reach an understanding of self that allows them to move in a way that wastes no effort, their reflexes are the likes of which could run through a storm and not have a single drop of liquid upon them. They strive to end conflicts in a straight forward way, but despite their best intentions find issues of more subtle natures difficult to grasp.
- Rangers- Rangers are Musketeers who battle from range with a variety of hidden weapons and fast hit and run tactics in order to confuse their enemies. They utilize a wide variety of weapons, from the subtle throwing knife to the powerful Musket to end conflicts quickly. They train in the shadows to hide their natures until they can fully blend in to the background, becoming living shadows whose ever movement is wrapped in mystery. They are prepared for a variety of situations and prefer to be a step ahead of everyone. However due to their solitary nature they at times have trouble communicating their thoughts to others. Their hearts are in the right place, but their communication skills are awful.
- Seekers- Seekers are those who dare to uncover the secrets of the natural world by manipulating the natural mana in the air to form spells and perform wonders. At times what they do appears to be miraculous, as if they were reshaping the world itself to their needs. However this an illusion, the Seeker can only reach forward into the mana with intent, what they draw forth from it may not always be what they expect or plan. It is only with years of meditations and study that a Seeker can come to actually craft the wild mana of the world into a controllable form, and even that provides some difficulty. They are by far the most powerful of the Musketeers, but physically most are frail. The greatest drawback for a Seeker is their sight, which allows them to know others by looking at how the mana of the world reacts to them. Most go mad seeing only darkness in others and become Witch's who cause pain, but should a Seeker stay true they can inspire light into the world.
Character Sheet
Name:
Age:
Gender:
Class:
Personality:
Backstory:
Appearance: [Imagine or description]
Weapon: [Image or description]
Spells: [For Seekers to put forward their most common abilities that they use.]
Creed: [Your characters personal oath. Each Musketeer agrees to uphold the three rules, but take a fourth that defines them. Could be as simple as 'always aid the poor' or more complicated. A Creed is their own personal promise to themselves and should connect with both personality and backstory]