This is a good old-fashioned dark-ages-like Role-Player. Basically it goes like this:
Once neigh a century ago, a magician of considerable power came to the capital city of Warde. He certainly didn't show his power, nor his status. His eyes were the green hue of a southerner, his hair the color of night, complete with a tinge of snow at the ends. His face was sternly set, with a pepper-and-salt grazing of a beard, not the flowing white nobility you would expect. He carried not a staff, nor a wand, but a fire-shooter(early gun, like the Chinese had), from the far off people of the north. He was clothed as a woodsman, wearing hide and animal skin, as he wandered in the grand courtyard that fateful day. It was a day of great celebration, the birth of the King's first son, heir to the throne. It was in this place, at this time that an assassin from a foreign empire had come to slay the King and his newborn charge in one swift decisive stroke. The magician had come, against his better judgment, to save him, and the child. As the assassin drew close he rose his empty hand. The gun appeared within it, and with a crack of thunder shot the assassin where he stood, posed with knife in hand, until that moment, just another foreign minister come to congratulate the King. He collapsed, and the knife clattered across the floor in the deathly silence. Instantly life snapped back into the world and knights charged toward the magician, knocking the gun from his hand, and himself to the ground. The King spoke to him for all to hear:
"You have saved my life, on the day of my blinding joy. How did you know he was an assassin sent to kill me?" The king had not recognized the man's status as a seer and magic weaver.
"My liege, your would-be killer had not a present to give you, nor a does he wear his flag of state on his person. It also helps that I myself am a magician, and luckily saw your death before it was, or rather wasn't to happen." He smiled at the last, but only slightly. His voice betrayed no laughter however, just a warm feeling against the cold atmosphere. All was silent as the King gave his response. He laughed, a loud warm and tension breaking laugh, that lasted until tears wetted the edges of his eyes. At length he wiped them and ordered the guards to release his savior.
"You have done a great deed. Let it be known that you..."
"Magus, sire."
"Indeed, I am in your debt Magus, and to repay you I shall give you whatever you ask that is within my power." The magician paused thoughtfully.
"My King, I ask nothing more from your generous offer but to be your council, and your aid in matters of magic."
"Then consider yourself in my direct service, and the target of my utmost thanks." That of course was only the beginning, the first threads of the woeful tale of Draigar, and it's debt to Magus. The King kept his promise and the sage Magus was given a seat in the King's council, as well as duties of his desire. It was he that took on the task of nullifying the undead rising across the country, and solved it with a solution that caused the dead to eat themselves, made much tastier to compared to their living counterparts. This success prompted him to fix the problem of mermaids luring ships to crash in reefs and rocks, which he countered with large concoctions of potion that when dumped in the ocean caused deformities on their scaly skin, making them unattractive to sailors and fishermen dumb enough to fall for their tricks. This further victory boosted his confidence to a new and much more fatal level. He maddingly sought to solve all the problems of dangerous mountain passes, woods and wilds. He made the plague, originally shot by gun, but later transferred by air, water, and blood. Sadly the disease was much too powerful to kill just primitive creatures and dragons, it killed humans and demi-humans as well. So he made a counter plague, though transferred only by blood and water. This vaccine was, when poured into the cities' water would protect them from the onslaught. He had others pour it into whatever pond, well, and dam as well for good measure. Finally he released his curse, and it worked, for a while... Eventually it was discovered that certain people were not protected by the vaccine, and it eventually killed both the king and his family. He himself could not take the position, because guilt still shone through his madness. So a new king was found and Magus was charged with murders of hundreds, if not thousands, but before his execution was found gone from his prison cell, with only a note in blood to tell where he had fled: "Magus is a killer, so he naturally killed. But what is a broken man who saved before he killed?" It is thought that he was killed by his many victims, through ghostly or Godly intervention. Still others think that it was the creatures, the dragons, mermen, dead, and many other creatures that caught up with him. And still others believe he is still out there, living off of his accomplishments, developing a purer disease, one that would kill all and only who oppose him.
It is now a hundred years from the world that I have just described, the Kingdom of Draigar no longer exists, as the King and all possible blood heirs died, the land fell to chaos. After a long hard battle eventually everyone but a few dedicated families left their desolate home in search of a new one. And not long after that the people still living died out or moved out as well. The city of Warde now lies in ruins, along with most of the kingdom of old. Most of the refugees moved to the north or south, leaving the great mountain pass, framed by the Gold Sea, but my expedition, spurred on by the Awakening of Knowledge, are to return and retrieve lost relics from our past, including Magus's possessions, and as I secretly and darkly suspect, his fabled weapon.
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Okay, here's my character:
Name: Sagree (Sage-re)
Gender: Female
Race: Human
Description: Emerald hair and eyes the color of night she brims with curiosity and intelligence. She stands at a height of 5' 9'' with her disguise. She generally wears a her hair cut short, with general armor suited for men. Women aren't allowed to do much generally, after all this is just coming out of the middle ages. So she dresses as a guy, complete with wooden height-enhancing shoes. She also slightly disguises her voice, and acts generally like a scholar.
History: Even though she wasn't allowed to read as a child, she taught herself, and forged many a document to start her expeditionary force. It wasn't difficult, the Emperor already wished to look into the matter of the great magician Magus, it was simply up to pulling the right strings.
Weapons: She wears two iron and silver gauntlets.
Make your own character sheet, though I expect some of it to be at least a paragraph. All races are allowed, given that they are not too powerful, and as for everything else: Try to be a little out of the ordinary.
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