The Outlands

A land of distinct screams and crys and lands of blighted and burnt lands... There are many, many rumours that ancient treasures are there. Nobody ever found out..

The inhabitants of the Outlands are mysterious, as many like undeads and demons lurk upon the outlands, without even being noticed. The Outlands is a land not to be toyed with, because once you step in it, you will be destroyed.

Rules:
: 1 : No godliness
: 2 : No uhh... Killing eachother in one hit.
: 3 : Choose a MYSTIC race, Not something dumb like "Hurgans" Which are not real.
: 4 : Character sheets must be 100% made up to make it look cool
: 5 : We must roleplay as one group going into the outlands, so don't be coming from somewhere else, thats my roleplay!

Character sheet: (This is my character sheet, but you can copy it.)

Name : Kenifika

Race : Unknown

Class : ??? Warlock

Age : ???

Appearance : He wears a black cloak with dark skulls and runes saying something like "Death" or "Darkness"

Biography : Kenifika was a abandoned orphan, he was very tormented when he noticed his parents left him, He became raged and beserk, after he went to mage school, he became a warlock and able to summon lesser demons.

It's about time I make a few steps into this Forum, I guess I'll start here, and I have a strange feeling that this has a Warcraft vibe :P

Name: Dune
Race: Dwarf
Class: Paladin
Age: 34
Appearance: Dune wears a bright bronze chain curiass along with tarnished bronce plate leggings. His shoes are simply tattered leather boots reaching midway up his shin and on top of his head he has a chain coif, but when he isn't engaged he keeps it behind his head, much like todays "Hoodies". His weapon of choice is a large two-handed mace which he inherited from his father when he came of age. While unengaged it holsters onto his back. The most striking of his facial features is his mustache, which extends quite a ways to the side and curls upwards. This mustache is also complimented with a beard and shaggy sideburns, all having a light brown color.

Biography: Dune lived pleasantly for his early years. He was a priests boy, his father was a priest who held weekly sermons for the entire village he lived in. Along with his father, he also has a kindhearted mother who looks after his brother who is 15 years younger than he, and the family onion farm.
Three weeks after he came of age, a life changing event happened. His father enjoyed the environment of his church, so he was allways the last to leave on Sunday mornings. Once everyone had left the church except Dunes father, an unknown event occurred. On that day, Dunes father never came home, however this was typical. What wasn't typical was when Dune returned to the Church the following morning to find his father lying in a pool of blood with a large mace and a note in his hand. The strange note read;

"Dune, take this mace, you will find no better companion in times of bleak. Take up the ways of the Paladin and avenge me!"

And so, Dunes multi-year journey to find his fathers assailent began.

(first time RPing sorry if i mess it up)

Name : Saneless

Race : Unknown

Class : Priest-Like

Age : ??

Appearance : Wears a white hood and cape. with a blueish glow around the shoulders. Carries a staff about 3 feet long with uniq paint and squarelike on both ends.

Biography : Blood line of Fallen Kings, out casted from his people. He is all that is left of his family.

Ok, sorry that i didnt respond for a long time but your both accepted. Try roleplaying how you got into the outlands.

Skale, Halfling Master Thief.
Skale appears to wear dyed armor of both boiled and soft leather, to provide optimum mobility and protection. Closer inspection, however, reveals that the body peice is in fact black dragonhide. Rumuors suggest that he filched this from a travelling nobleman. He has dark brown hair, which would be curly if he didn't brush it straight every morning.

Skale is, or was, the most notorious thief this side of the Mountains of Menace. He has stolen things from wealthy noblemen and merchants all the way up to the High Kings. He is rumoured to be able to pass into and out of even the most protected places in the land, confounding guards, servants and magical traps alike. He is rumoured to carry several powerful magical trinkets upon his person, and speculation is rife regarding what these could be for.

Xiller
human
warrior
alleria
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so yeahhhh>_>

As all the travelers(You guys) enter the outland, A strange voice speaks to them...

"Hehehe.... I hope you enjoy your "Stay" here at the Outlands, I will be hoping to not see you in a few hours... Bwhahahahaha!"

Skale turns around and runs back the way he came. As he crests the rise over which they have just come, his body slumps in despair. The rocky plains of the Outlands stretch as far as the eye can see, and there is no sign of any village back the way they came. Skale trudges back to the group.

"I guess there's no turning back now."

Haven't RPed in a while... here we go:

Character sheet: (This is my character sheet, but you can copy it.)

Name : Lucreavis

Race : Undead

Class : Rogue Necromancer

Age : 342

Appearance : Lucreavis does not appear to be deceased, the only undead aesthetic trait he has is very pale skin. Wearing cloth and leather clothes, he has a relative ease of mobility and increased flexibility. He weilds no weapons and only uses magic and summonings to fight. At all times he carries his mighty tome of spells captured all across the land.

Biography : Lucreavis was a low skilled Necromancer in the Lich Kings army, restricted by the conformity and need for co-operation. One day, after his 146th year of service in the Army, he snapped, killing 52 fellow necromancers in the sleepig quarters. He honed his skills while running from and fighting the Lich Kings army, destroying any living or dead thing in his path.


Lucreavis places his foot down on the edge of the cliff while he eyes a group of adventurers below. Suddenly, his foot slips and he begins to tumble down the rock face. All is blank.

Lucreavis hears a voice fade in: "... no turning back now." and then is startled awake by a loud yell. It is the adventurers! He raises his old and damaged tome, opens it directly to the right page and begins to incantate something. The book glows and the adventurers feel an eerie vibe. The shady looking, leather clad man steps up and begins to say something...

this good?

Name : Klex

Race : Calf (part Cat, part human, part, wolf)

Class : theif

Age :14

Appearance : 5 ft 11in, he carries a backpack that hold all his needed things ( when people try and take it they're arm is the next thing that goes in it execpt people stronger then him of course), he wears a black hoody with jeans, he has chain body under his cloths and plate legs too.

Biography : He went to the outlands after the destrution of his village. He can't find a better place to go (as if he had choice) because he got blown out of his village by a moronic mage that ran to the outlands so he is going to get him. he is going with a group of people so he can get the jump on the stupid mage.


Glitch notices for just a second he got left behind!! "hm where'd they go?" then a sudden rock slide comes down the mountian face Glitch looks at it but finds nothing of interest."argh why did that stupid mage have too show off and blow up the village now I'm going to find and destroy him" walking down the path Glitch notices a big door. "what the? there wasn't a door before and it's closed? I have no time for this" he jumps over only to get a Shocking fall. "I'm going to get past here one why or another" Glitch hears some one from the other side say something "....no turning back now". "hey can you open the door I got to get in?" Glitch listen at the door for a answer. ".......no one is there any more. why is this door so protected any way? argh! whatever" Glitch sits and takes some supples out of his bag he starts making a potion then notices some one the ground..........

((sorry, but its the past))