Piralak's Cove First things first, create a character, give info on the said character, and come up with a backstory.

Name: Shamrock
Class: Iop
Age: 27
Backstory: After being found at the age of 5 by a pirate captain named Jimmy Longshot, ironically a sacrier, Shamrock was raised on the open seas. At the age of 14, he became the captain by killing Captain Jimmy. After plundering and pillaging the Amakna coast for 10 years, he was finally captured and sentenced to life in prison. After 3 years of living in filth, Shamrock escapes with the help of the Brakmarian spies.

I was still in chains when I was brought before the leader of the infiltration division of the Brakmarian Militia. "What the hell do you want," I spat at the commander.

"We want you to help us cripple the Bontarian markets," he replied with a disgusted look on his face. "You can keep anything you steal."

"Yeah, and why should I help a bunch of slimy eels? I got no qualms against them Angels up north." The commander gave a signal to the guards around me. I felt my knees buckle as they hit me in the back with the butts of their spears. "You will agree to help us, or we will have your life. If you want to see the light of day ever again, you will get out there and fly the Brakmarian colors above your ship."

"What ship," I demanded. "My ship was burned and my crew hanged. I have nothing left but the clothes on my back and the chains on my wrists."

"We will provide you with a ship and you can certainly find many ruffians and brigands in the various taverns in Brakmar and Amakna."

As much as I hated these evil bastards, I needed a ship and crew if I were to do anything, so I reluctantly agreed. "Very well, I will raid the west coast in the name of your vile city."

The commander sneered at me. "Good choice, pirate. Have your crew at the western harbor of Brakmar in 2 weeks. Your new ship will be ready and waiting for a name and a crew." With that, the commander gave another signal, turned, and left. The guards unshackled me. "You are free to go. Don't forget, 2 weeks." With that, the two guards and the infiltration team swiftly followed their leader.

(OOC: Oh my. This looks like an exceptionally fun Rp. I'll be sure to post something later today.)

This post has been edited by Shadow-Frost: 5 Nov 2009, 18:15

Name: Koraz
Class: Ecaflip
Age: 24
Backstory, info, and whatnot.: Koraz is a completely black Ecaflip; to regular everyday Amaknians, it is a bad omen to be involved with anything having to do with completely black cats, and worse still to give birth to one. His mother, a Sram, and his father, an Ecaflip abandoned him when he was only 10. From then on, Koraz lived off scraps, sometimes just barely avoiding the sword of an Iop or the arrows of a Cra, all the while thanking the gods for his great sense of smell and catlike reflexes characteristic of the Ecaflip race. When finally he was strong enough to wield a sword, he joined the Brakmarian ranks and earned money off of bounties. Soon enough, he had slaughtered countless Bontarians and grown rich in both battle experience and kamas. Word reached Oto Mustam of "a black Ecaflip with exceptional fighting skills". Rumor had it he had even sneaked into Bonta several times. Soon enough, he had been called in to Mustam's quarters...


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Koraz walked into Oto Mustam's room. Skulls of people long dead, presumably Bontarian, lined the walls. "Koraz, was it?" Spoke Oto Mustam. "I hear you have 'exceptional fighting ability'. Well, I have a mission for you. In two weeks, we will be plundering Bonta; our main attack force will come in from the west. Since we may have to break through a wall or two, we're sure to attract attention. That's where you come in. I need you to lead a small group of soldiers to the east side of the city and attract as much attention to yourself as you can. If you kill an amount of Bontarians, thats a plus. Simple mission, right?"

Koraz nodded. "What do I get in return?" he said, narrowing his eyes.

"Ahah. Spoken like a true Brakmarian... A promotion to the rank of Lieutenant, and you get to boss anyone lower ranking than you. Sound fair?

"Fair enough. Is that all?"

"Yes, you can leave. Ah, wait, one more thing. The soldiers that are going with you are disposable, replaceable. If what I have heard about you is true, then you are not. Understood?"

"Yessir." Koraz exited the room. On his way out, he noticed an especially dirty Iop, even by Brakmarian standards, walking out of the general prison area with hatred in his eyes. He was not Bontarian, however, so it was a mystery as to why he could have been in prison, or if he wasn't, where in blazes he was that he got so dirty. In any case, it seemed he was planning something. Koraz approached him. "Iop...where are you headed? You're not Brakmarian, I can tell, so why were you in the prison room?"

OOC: Ah, my first fellow RPer on here. Thank you for chosing this and thank you for the compliment.

As I was leaving the prison area, I heard a voice I recognized as an Ecaflip. "Iop...where are you headed? You're not Brakmarian, I can tell, so why were you in the prison room?" When I turned to give a sharp reply, I was stunned speechless for a moment by his pure ebony fur. I quickly regained my composure. "Well, if you must know, I've been enlisted by your militia to cripple the Bontarian supplies in the west." As I was speaking, I noticed a sword on his back and a set of daggers in his belt. "I suppose you're part of their putrid ranks as well, right? You Brakmarians are all the same. All you care about is power and blood rage. At least as a pirate I have a code of honor by which to live by. Now if you'll leave me alone, I'll be off to find me a crew." Before this strange Ecaflip could reply, I turned briskly and swiftly walked away.

OOC: Welcome back to the fourms derd! Join Dofus acadamy again soon, though it's pissing me off, that we almost had returned to the classic goodie days, when magicalnooby, decides he needs a "final boss" of the year. Also next time you want to make an RP, discuss it on the roleplay conference room, and gather ideas, from other people, that would make the thread even better.

Name: Oligue
Class: Enu
Age: 90
Backstory:Oligue was an IOP in his youth. He was 23 when bontas first showed up. Oligue, was born to the tribe of the Wukans. His tribed had lived peacefully, in the swamps, on the outskirts of amakama, till one day, they were attacked by a band of ruthless bandits. The bandits threatened that they would return in 3 days, they would have needed to collect their harvest, and give it all to them. The villages were in panic of starving to death, so they travelled, to castle amakama.
They begged King borgan for help, he however refused, saying that the bandits are one of the Karamungie nation, they are trying to keep their alliance with them. Oligue was 15 at the time, less then a year away from manhood. He brought the villages together and said,
"Screw these bandits, all they care for is wealth. I say we fight!" Murmers of disagreements came from the villages. Oligue would not give up, "These guys, probably have been trained well, BUT what are they fighting for, what sense do they have in this? The differernce bettween them, and us, is WE HAVE SOMETHING WORTH WHILE TO FIGHT FOR! They have only the sense of greed, we have the fact we are fighting for more then just our lifes, we are fighting for our FAMILY, and our FRIENDS, and the fight to grow crops in peace!" A cheer came from the crowd. Surpisingly, Oligue had lead them to victory.

But one night, brakmarians, burned down the village, in the dead of midnight. The villages were masscarred. Oligue spent the next praise of life, seeking revenge. He started by joining the ranks of amakaman milta. But quit a year later to discover, that they weren't even attempting to destory the braks. At 23 he heard of a secret band, called the bontarians. He spent the next year tracking them down, convincing them he could be trusted was a differernt matter. Some he did, and he joined their ranks.

At the age of 30, he finaly came face to face with Rushu, the leader of brakmar. (Remember its the past so differernt rulers ect). They had a conversation, Oligue was angry about his village's burn down. They dueled, but Oligue was alot weaker. However, he had faith in God Iop, his mother had told him myths and legends about the god. Oligue suddenly felt the strength, and defeated Rushu. Rushu was replaced by Oto Mustan 3 years later.

After Rushu died, the bontarians, had larged influence, of the people of amakama. Oligue had mentioned the power given to him by "God IOP" The bontarians, were not evil, but they did needed the people's trust. So they decided to use the God, claiming they are disciples of him, and he will protect all who opposes. Just before Oto's reign, the massive city of bonta was built.

Not much happened bettween then. Oligue fought for bonta, for many years. At the age of 54, Oligue retired to being an Enu. But he discovered, that now that he had retired, he needed to level again. He took 3 years to do so. Oligue became a teacher, teaching the children of bonta, to defend the world. To oppose all evil. When he reached 90, the bontas suggested that he become an Elder, to become a word of wisdom, and influence. Oligue knew he was old, and this would keep him alive for longer, no longer having to use energy, but Oligue had missed adventuring, and did not agree with their idea. He realised he was considered a legend, he could use it, to turn people away from the darkside, and into the light!

Roleplay begins now:

I was a shadowy figure amongs the demons of brakmar. I spotted a strange Iop, perparing his ships. I felt a dark glow from him. It was strange, he seemed neither good, nor evil. I shuddered the feeling away, he was clearly not evil, but... no it can't be. I refused to believe the prophcey I had just made (Not telling you what it is) It cant be true...

I eavesdropped on a conversation bettween Oto, and an Ecaflip. Now this guy needed some help, to move towards the light! I was mastered in both IOP and Sram power, plus skilled in fecca. I decided to follow him silently, to find out more about his mission...

Reason for edit: The roleplay part was a mixture of first person and 3rd. I fixed that problem
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This post has been edited by simomate: 7 Nov 2009, 02:52

OOC: I didn't even know about the Conference room, I was gone when it showed up. Anyway, thanks for the advice, and I'm glad to have an old friend in this thread.

After 2 weeks of scouring the taverns of Brakmar and Amakna, I finally had a crew worth its salt on the ocean. "Okay, men. What we do we do not for the city of Brakmar, but for our freedom, understood? If I hear a single one of you even mention the name of this gods forsaken city, I will personally slit your throat."

"Aye aye, captain!" Yes, this was a good crew. Now I had to name my ship. Julianna. That was a beautiful name. As I painted the name on the sides of the great schooner, my crew loaded the supplies. Once I was out to sea, I could begin my rebellion against the Brakmarians. Nobody can defeat a good pirate ship on the open sea.

As I watched the crew preparing for departure, I saw a sight which curled my toes. A pure black Ecaflip was boarding my ship! I quickly ran down to intercept him. "What the hell are you doing here, you damn demon?"

This post has been edited by Derdikol: 10 Nov 2009, 05:15

Name: Frighter
Class: Sacrier
Age: 16
Additional Info: Frighter wears Red pants, and goes bare-chested as most Sacriers. As he is only 16, he doesn't boast as many scars as most Sacriers do. His hair is Gray, but it very dirty as he lives on the streets of Brakmar. He carries one small dagger that he took from a corpse one day. He doesn't own many other items as he never knew his parents. He grew up in a small gang of ruffians who roam the streets of Brakmar.

Frighter ran through the crowd. He had done it this time. He had been impatient. Frighter had scouted out the storefront for the last 5 hours. It was a typical baker's stall. The baker would bring his bread here from the bakery dailyand sell it. Frighter hadn't eaten in the last day and his stomach was getting the best of him. The baker started to help a customer. This wasn't the best time to make a move, but Frighter was starving. He moved over to the stall and grabbed a piece of bread as deiscreetly as he could, but just as he did so, the baker looked his way. "Theif!" cried the man. Frighter took off a second later, but a group of Brakmarian guards were a second behind.

Frighter knew the streets like the back of his hand. He had grown up in the alley-ways. His playground was the rooftops. His bed was the gutter. He took the first alley he saw. The guards followed. Frighter jumped on top of a barrel and over the wall at the end of the alley. He heard the shouts of the guards trying to organize a way to get to him. Frighter looked back and saw the first guard come over the wall. Frighter got to the end of alley at hung a left toward the waterfront. If he could escape the guards, it would be there.

Frighter ran the hardest he ever had, the bread in his hand. The guards were gaining on him though. He reached the waterfront and saw a new ship. It was a beaty of a craft. It flew the Brakmarian colors on its magnificent mast. Fighter couldn't take the time to gawk at the ship though. He had to lose these guards. He jumped up of a tower of crates and onto the roof of a shack. He ran across the rooftops. He spotted a few of his friends on the streets below. He got there attention and signalled for them to create a distraction. The ruffians sprung into action and overturned a couple barrels into the road. As the guards came around the corner they smashed into the barrells and most went down.

Frighter got down off of the roofs and kept running. His friends had dispersed and he was on his own again. There seemed to be nowhere to go, and one guard still pursued him. He kept running but was getting closer and closer to the water. He only had one option. Frighter ran down the dock along side the beautiful ship. When he got to the end of the dock he dove toward the ship. Splash he was in the water, but not before he had grabbed a rope hanging from the side of the vessel. The gurad looked down into the water, but couldn't spot Frighter. He swore and walked away.

Frighter scambled up the rope and onto the deck hoping he wouldn't be seen. As he boarded the ship he in fact was spotted though. Frighter was grabbed and taken over to a fierce looking Iop who was in a heated discussion with a black Ecaflip.

(OOC: I'm assuming that black Ecaflip isnt Koraz? He's going to be attacking by land on the exact opposite side as Sham. Also, how did you know Koraz uses both daggers and a sword o.o? To be exact, he uses a Killarity sword in his right hand and a Gobbly Killer Apprentice Dagger in his left.)

Koraz looked at his group of "warriors". Drunkards, thieves, and peasants, the lot of them. "Well, I've been assigned to lead you folks into battle. Doubtless, the majority of you will die or get horribly wounded-" At this many of them shrunk. Koraz smirked. He quickly took note of the ones that didn't react. These were the true warriors. "But don't let that frighten you! We will fight valiantly, like true Brakmarians!" They cheered half-heartedly, most of them, but a few cheered enthusiastically, raising their weapons; they were the same few that Koraz had selected only moments before. Koraz led the group of men to the Imp Carrier, which was, thankfully, Brakmarian at the time. "Take us to the Bontarian border." He ordered.

"I...I can only take a few of you at a time Sir..." She was obviously daunted by the amount of Brakmarians.

Perfect. "That's fine." Koraz called the select few warriors to him; 11 in total. "Your coming with me. The rest of you, board ten at a time."

Once on the Imp carrier, he explained to them the battle plan, down to the last detail. "The rest of the men? A sorry lot. A shame to even call them Brakmarians. Use them as shields if you wish. It doesn't matter if they come out dead or alive. You? True warriors."

(OOC: Also, I'm going to assume Oligue followed Koraz on board the Imp Carrier. Is that ok, Simo?)

This post has been edited by Shadow-Frost: 6 Nov 2009, 22:00

OOC: Hmm. I was basing the black Ecaflip on what simo said. That Oligue saw a black Ecaflip talking to Oto, while the same day seeing Sham at the docks. I was thinking that Koraz would get different orders. Anyway, no need to change it. I came up with a plan as soon as I read the first paragraph of your post . Also, I didn't know Koraz used sword and dags. I just kinda thought it fit for a master Ecaflip. Also, simo, you have introduced something I never thought of. That the class of a person depends on what spells they learn. That is a very interesting idea. It can be fun to work with

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," stammered the black Ecaflip, who upon further inspection I found to be younger and less confident than the Brakmarian soldier I had met. "I heard you needed a cabin boy, but I got lost on my way here."

"Well, I suppose there's room for you. Go find the bosun, a young Feca named Alan. He will give you your assignments."

"Th-thank you sir!" With that, the young Ecaflip ran off in the direction of the top deck. I didn't have time to think about the strange resemblance between my new sailor and the Brakmarian Ecaflip. "Captain." shouted Titus, a large Pandawa. "We found us a stow away. He was hiding near the aft rigging." Just then I noticed a half-starved Sacrier beside Titus. He had red pants with a small dagger stuck in his belt and a loaf of bread in his hand. "What's your name, boy."

"Why should I tell you," he spat violently.

"If you don't tell me right now who you are and why you're on my ship, I'll have Titus here flog you until you can barely move." I had no time to be nice to some Brakmarian orphan. I had more important things to do.

OOC: leaving it here because I'm not sure how you would respond, Agent.

"Fifteen men on a dead man's chest, with a yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum! Drink and Rushu be done with the rest with a yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum."

I sang as I steered my ship toward Brakmar! The routine, Bontarian Navy raids it, yo-ho-ho. I was Vedaros. Commodore Vedaros to be exact, a Xelor of 33 1/3 years old, and I had decided earlier that day to become a pirate. Forget the Navy, I raid who I will! Currently, that's Brakmar. I pulled up to shore to see a black Ecaflip, an Iop, and an Enutrof in heated conversation. Taking my clockhand out, I muttered. "Aar, this be a good one, aye?" I jumped down and held the hand out. "Anything for me? No, ye say? Ah, I guess I'll just take it. En garde!"

This post has been edited by DWKmaster: 7 Nov 2009, 05:05

OOC: Nice pirate talk. I was gonna do that but I type the way I speak, so it was kind of weird. A character background would be nice. It is hinted at a little in your little addition, but a full BG would be appreciated.

OOC: All right then, mateys. It's musical, to the tune of a little ditty I once heard from a guy who I then killed, Yellow Submarine. Ahoy there, fiddler! Play a tune for me officers! *Dusts off blue Xelor robe and fixes navy badge on yellow star*

And I lived with family
Everyone of us had all we'd need
But I longed for faraway
To see the sun and sky, to sail the sea
So I sailed out to the sun
Till I found the sea of green
And I live atop the waves
In a boat along the marine.

OOC: I never said a black ecaflip? Also yes I was planning to go with Koraz. Oligue, is keeping his name hidden because after all the braks hate Oligue ^^ Also 'ame is name with out the N sound.

The eccaflip, Koraz, had noticed a new figure, me! I was hooded, my class, and age was hidden. I didn't show my wings.
"What's ya 'ame, aye?" he asked. I had lived for very long, over the time, i had learned many differernt lanauges, and accents. I did my best pirate talk.
"Da 'ames Erik," I answered, "Iz dat 'ood enough fer ya?" The Ecaflip grunted in reply, and told me to aboard with him. I entered, with a disgusted taste, on the end of my tounge, these brakmarians, demons, they gave a glow of evil. I would have to slowly befriend this "Koraz" before taking any other action...

I lowered the hand, looking around for an Enutrof. "I'll report you!" he yelled in his feeble-old-man way. "Don't care, lubber. Give me all ye've got in that thar chest." I killed him and opened the chest. Dubloons, pieces of eight, jewels! I swept it up and headed over to a teenage Sacrier standing with some other people. He was young, an easy target. I had to do it without his friends noticing. Stopping time, I reached into his pockets.

NOTHING!!!!!!!!

I threw what I had found, a single dagger, on the ground in disgust and took the treasure off another Enu in a hood. At least I thought he was an Enu, he had a beard, and a chest full of riches. A chest that was now mine. I restarted time again and hurried back to my ship, tossing the loot on board. Uh-oh. They saw me. I headed away from their boat, or at least until my crew could rob them. Their ship set out, and I followed in its wake.

We drew closer, and my crew and I ran along the bow and onto the boat they were sailing. Now to kill the captain.

OOC: Wtf? DWK, your series of events makes no sense. Where did the enus come from, where did the jewels come from, and weren't you just on shore robbing some people?

OOC: I robbed a random Enu on the street and took his treasure chest. Then I did the same with Oligue, and put the chests on my ship. Now I'm raiding Oligue and Koraz by attacking their ship.

(OOC: Actually, I was planning on Koraz not noticing but ok, I can go with that. Also, Koraz isnt a pirate, so he doesn't talk like one. DWK, Koraz isn't on any ship. He's on the Imp carrier, which already left. Not to mention we have no treasures on said Imp Carrier.)

"What's your name Enutrof? And why did you board the carrier unauthorized, hm? Your not...Bontarian, are you?" He spat the word Bontarian.

"Now, calm down, eh, will yah? Da 'ames Erik. Iz dat 'ood enough fer ya?"

"Hmph. Just shut up and go knit like you old folk do when we reach Bonta." Koraz turned, then looked back and pulled out his sword. "That's an order. I'm not taking any risks with the likes of you..."

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The canine body fell limp, joining the already large group of Trools, Boowolfs, and Miliboowolfs. Koraz had quickly grown bored of waiting for the rest of the troops, so he decided to flex his muscles a bit before the battle. That is, he decided to kill anything the moved in the Eltneg Woods. By the time he finished, his fur was stained blood red in parts it; to the point where was hard to tell at a glance that his fur wasn't blood red naturally. The other warriors stared in awe; by now most of the lot had arrived. Koraz could hear them whisper to one another; "Gods bless those Bontarians. They'll be lucky not to die of fear once they see him in battle." and things to that effect. Koraz cleaned his sword and slashed his claws on a nearby tree, obviously itching to get into battle. He forced himself to sit down and conserve energy after awhile, however. Only a bit more, and then the fleet should have arrived at the west...

This post has been edited by Shadow-Frost: 7 Nov 2009, 05:22

(OOC: Erhh DWK how could you rob me when I am on an Imp carrier?)

This Ecaflip had bad manners. The fact he went on an Imp carrier to arrive at bonta was stupid. I did not see him as a true warrior, just a fighter, who relys on swift actions, with no true heart. He thinks Oto trustest him? I think not! Oto trust no one, what Oto thinks of Koraz, is... a tool. Like he thinks of all his soldiers. He told Koraz the men are deposible, he thinks that way of Koraz too.

"What are you looking at!" Demanded Koraz,
"N-nothin, Cap-I mean sir. I jus' wander...
"WHAT!"
"'ell yer seem lifeless, I mean were ya sense of... adventure, and spirt?"
"Spirt? Shut up you dick!"
"'et me finis' eh. Ya'll be more succesful if yer took a ship ya. Bonts are 'ikely to 'otice an Airship. I 'ell ya, ya'll be dead before ya leave the Airship." I had sercretly sent a message to Bonta, so they would be perpared for Koraz's "stupid" move. Once we escape, he should begin to trust me.

OOC: The chronology of this story is going all wrong. It's difficult to figure out what happens when. And I still can't post because I'm waiting for Agent to post.

OOC: All right, fix-up.

We hacked away at those pitiful little sailors, searching for treasure. Nothing. Deciding to bring our loot onto their boat, we raised the Jolly Bolgrot. (OOC: I didn't want to do Jolly Roger, and this was the first thing that came into my mind.) We set sail, off for adventure.