The human race. The current leader of the Earth. How did they get that way? Three reasons. One, they can adapt fast. Two, there everywhere. They are like rats. Three, the cursed powder! One elven, dwarfish, or even orcen worrier was worth a dozen human, up until they found that cursed powder! We had bows and magic, but that powder made even the worse human warrior good enough to take down one of us. We are now caught up, thanks to the capture of one of there weapons. One day soon, my brothers, we will retake the Earth!
Speech by the Elven king Stirk, after the drow attacked a small town near the Bahamas.
Sons and daughters of the earth, I am sure you are aware of our reluctant Allie's plan to retake the earth. You may also be aware that we don't want to be a mere family of the elves. So my brothers and sisters, I ask you, do you want the slavery of the elves? NO! We shall go along with this plan. Once it is near execution, they will end. Now that we have the powder, they stand no chance. The dragons guarding our treasure have agreed to take part in our plan, so to arms!
Speech of Pakanata, the Dwarfish king.
Dear reader, I apologize for the tear stains on this page. I have undergone a sad moment. My family, down to my dog, were slaughtered. The whole town was slaughtered. I only survived because I grabbed a fallen police officer's revolver and ammo. The man sent to get me got shot in the head, and he fell easily enough. Since the police have found nothing, the town included, I will give a description of the attackers. They were tall, some would say fair, with purplish skin and cloths. The weapon was a strange one, it looked like an assault rifle but it had a long barrel with a bayonet at the end. The whole gun seemed to be made of silver, with a silver kind of leaf at the butt of it, presumably to absorb shock. I don't think I have seen the last of the men, and I plan on getting revenge. Now I only have to find some people crazy enough to help me...
The journal of John Smith.
That is all that you know at the moment(Depending on your race) of the events that are about to unfold. I will act as the DM, standard rules.
Character sheet: Name: Race*: Weapon*: Rank: Bio:
*The race includes Elf, Dwarf, and human. The orc and goblin species were wipped out, they continued there warlike ways after the invention of gunpowder ending them. I will choose the weapon depending on your species, though you will have a little choice.
I apologies for the wait, I shouldn't have started at midnight...
Character sheet: Name: Thorin Aeducan (using my dragon age origins name LULZ) Race*: Dwarf Weapon*: Rank: Bio:
You had taken a break from the mines to listen to the kings great speech. You raise your pick axe approvingly. Finally! All these years in these mountains and you can finally be free! The Appellation are great, but you have heard of more rich mountains in other arias. You look around the room you are in. Most of the people who were listening to the speech headed either home or to the armory to participate in the war. You think about participating yourself, but there is the issue that your foreman wants you back at work any minute and not obeying may end you up in prison. Of course, he may listen to reason and let you go to war.
Name:Azure Race:Elf Weapon: Rank: Bio: A highly respected elf
After your king's speech, you were approached by an armorer. After the usual greeting, he speaks to you.
"The first wave strikes tomorrow, and you are on the list to go... Fortunate for you if you ask me, we both know how useless those human are and how desperately we wish to see a forest other than the one on this accursed island! Still, we need weapons, so I must stay behind. Aw, I have gotten of track. Feel free to pick up as many weapons as you can carry."
After saying that, he took a leaf in the form of a backpack of his back and opened it, revealing an impressive array of weapons. There were the beautiful long barreled assault rifles, the barrels giving you a better range while being on par if not better than human assault rifles at close range do to your elven dexterity, made completely of silver as there bullets were, with the magical leafy to absorb the kick. There were sniper rifles, made like the rifles with a longer barrel and bolt-action. There were also pistols, but instead of a leaf on the barrel there was a knife, to make up for the lack of bayonet the other two had. There was also two spell books, one pink, probably a healer's spell book, and another black, a combat spell book. Well, a nice amount of choice! You can probably hold one large arm and a small arm or spell book.
Name:Jacob Whistler Race*:human Weapon*: Rank: Bio:A well known weapon salesman and hitman
You were having a slow day selling weapons, so you decide to read the newspaper headline: " James wood mystery still not solved: Only survivor brain damaged!
It is still a mystery how the small town near the Caribbean dissipated. Nothing seems to be found, save a few concrete house bases. The sad part of this story is that the only survivor, a young man of 15, has been damaged mentally from the blow. He blames the cause of the disappearance to be linked with purple men that came with strange silver weapons. He is allowed on the streets an charities have been provided for him and the town that dissipated, now totaling several million..."
As you finished this sentience, a young man came in.
"Excuse me sir, but may I have a gun? I know I am a little underage, and the government thinks I am crazy, but I was told that... You don't listen to the law all the time... Speaking of witch, I may need your other service as well... I expect the usual price? And yes, a pistol please. A revolver.And a hundred bullets. Yes, I have room, see these pockets?"
Ill try to make you meat, but do to your separate species it may be difficult. If one of you wish to change to the others species then it will be easier. If not, then we will go along with the plot and I'll try to make you two meat on friendly grounds.
Name: Theorn Race: Elf Weapon: Rank: Bio: An Evlven assassin
An elven lord, who you know well, comes up. Big pay day, you think. He usually hires you to sink ships that are in danger of finding your island, as he is head of defense. He approaches you and speaks.
"Hello again, I have another job for you. I will pay more, as it is not only more difficult but means you must exit the island. Take your usual weapon(Please state it!) and meat the first wave if you accept to my terms...'
Name:John Steele Race*:Wood Elf Weapon*: Rank: Bio:Bowman who is like a sniper...
You find yourself in a similar situation as the other elves have. The good old armorer shows up and speaks to you:
"One of my favorite people, as you are the most simple to serve! Here, take your sniper rifle, I know you like it! Now you only have to chose a second."
You see the same silver pistol and the black and pink spell books.
Name:Azure Race:Elf Weapon:Sniper, combat spell book Rank: Bio: A highly respected elf
"Ah, splendid! Your group leaves tomorrow morning, early! Better make any preparations before that!" he says with a wave good bye.
Tomorrow morning? There is not much time to prepare. You think of the places that would be useful in the job you are doing. You could go to the local alchemist and arm yourself with a little healing or some explosives... There is also the armor smith, who can give you some armor. It is unlikely that it will have an effect on bullets, but the mithreal is great in close range. You could go to the mage, to get blessed and to help you with your new spells. You could go home and rest.
Those were just suggestions stating the situation, you can do anything within the realm of possibility.
Name: Theorn Race: Elf Weapon: Silenced Sniper Rifle and 2 unserated knives Rank: Bio: An Evlven assassin
"Wonder full! It is quite a walk from here, I suggest you get started!" He says as he shakes your hand and hands you the before hand payment. You then walk off to your destination.
He was correct, it was a long walk, so long in fact you missed breakfast and lunch on the walk. You are now starving. On your sides are the forest that populates the whole island. The rendezvous point is still then miles off( Less to an elf then to us, yet still a good distance) and you are not sure you can make it on an empty stomach.
Name:John Steele Race*:Wood Elf Weapon*:Sniper, pistol Rank: Bio:Bowman who is like a sniper...
"Be careful with it, its sharp!" He replies as he packs up. You give a small grin to his lame joke.
After a few minutes of examining your weapons, you realize you are lacking time. You pack up a few essentials and head off.
About two miles in you realize that the lad giving you the weapons forgot to tell you were to go. Drat. He is very dependable but can be forgettable when a joke gets stuck in his head. Forest on each side with no path to show you back. You semi realize this aria, what do you do?
