Topic: RPG:Champions of Geridarr
Welcome to Geridarr chosen ones. I shall say this once: This RPG is by MY INVITATION ONLY. I have already notified who has been chosen, but if you deem yourself worthy, email me at Valthonin@hotmail.com.
Hamid did not understand. He didnt not know why, how in the world this was possible. The sun baked the desert around them. Even the scorpions and snakes took shelter today. The heat blinded you, weighed you down like a boulder upon your shoulders.....and yet.....this man kept his leather jacket on.
They had been trekking for several hours now. Hamid had drank nearly all his water now. Each of them had 4 canteens. Hamid was down to his last one. The American had only taken 5 to 6 sips from his first canteen. Hamid had lived in this region all his life, and yet this man had bested him in the desert. Truly an amazing feat. At this point Hamid could not see anything but the heat waves that radiated from the desert floor. In every direction it all looked the same to him.
The American raised his arm and pointed into the distance. Pff...a mirage. Hamid thought. he peered towards the direction he pointed and could just barely see it. The stone monolith that rose from the desert sand. It was like none Hamid had ever seen. It did not display the typical architecture of the usual Mesopotamian ruins of this area. The stone was a dark grey, nothing like the granite in nearby quaries. So the American was right. An unkown ruin of pre-Mesopotamian origin. It was truly a great archaeological find. Not that it mattered to Hamid. If it meant a bigger pay off then he would love it as well.
It took another hour to actually reach the monolith. The rode around the structure until they found the entrance.
"I said no camels." The American said as he eased himself off the camel.
"I'm sorry, but horses wouldn't last the journey. They would need more water than the both of us." Hamid said. Heh, dont know everything, do you? He thought.
Hamid got off his own camel and followed the American. The entrance was a large stone door on the side of the structure, which looked very much like a ziggurat. But it was made of a different material than the usual ziggurats. And the top was not made for an altar or for services like the Mesopotamian ziggurats. It was definitely different.
They walked through the hole in the door that had been blown open by grave robbers already. The American handed him a torch that he lit with a lighter. Hamid was on torch duty now...fantastic. They made their way through the barren grey stone hallways. At first, there was nothing. No carvings, heiroglyphs...nothing. Just the odd grey stone, possibly some type of granite not from around here. Which raises the question of how it got here.
They finally came upon a fork. One path led upwards, the other down. They went up first. Eventually the path upward opened up to the top of the odd, grey pyramid like structure. The came out into the sun again and looked at the floor. There was a large circle in the middle with an umbrella pattern that looked as if it would open up. To let something in or out was unknown. The American knelt down and felt the grooves.
"I've got a bad feeling about this." He said
"What?" Hamid asked, worried now. He had never seen anything like this in his carrer of taking tourists to ruins.
The American didnt answer. He just readjusted his fedora, stood up, and went down into the passage again. Hamid followed hurrily.
They went down once more and came upon the fork again. Hamid would have been happy to just go out the exit path, but the American went down this time. Hamid followed. they spent more time going down then when they went up. The path just continued to spiral down, another odd point. There were no spiral paths in most ancient ziggurats. Then suddenly, a dead end. The wall they had come across held the only ornate carving in the entire structure. http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/c … astika.jpg (The swastika in the center is complete.)
Hamid peered at it in wonder. The American turned to Hamid.
"Nazis....I hate these guys." He said and turned back to the carving. He reached into his satchel bag and withdrew something wrapped in a cloth. He unwrapped it and Hamid stared at THAT in wonder as well. It was a medallion made from some kind of metal that resembled platinum but looked like it could shatter a diamond. It was in the shape of a swastika within a circle. Yet it was not modern enough to have been made by Nazis. It seemed ancient. The American took the torch from Hamid and lit up the carving. He carefully placed the medallion into the carving and Hamid grew excited and nervous....yet nothing happened. Hamid was about to say something when suddenly a rumble sounded from above and the wall began to slide upward. The American was right again.
He walked under the rising secret door and Hamid followed, but stopped under the rising wall. He looked towards the American, then peered towards the other side of the wall where the medallion now lay embedded into the carving....could fetch a nice price. Hamid reached around as the door rose and grasped the medallion. He popped it out.
"NO!" The American yelled and Hamid turned to him, medallion in hand.
"Wha-" Hamid said before BAM squish.
Indiana Jones shook his head and walked up to the door that had now slammed down onto Hamid. Hamid's arm stuck out from the bottom, medallion in hand. Indy crouched down, torch in hand and looked at it. He went through hell to get it, he might as well get it back.
"Fiimaan illaah" Indy said and took the medallion from Hamid's dead hand.
He stood and turned to face the new chamber he had walked into. He had to act quick, the Nazis were aware that he had taken the medallion from them and they were on his tail. He looked at the palm sized medallion in his hand made from the strange metal. he reached into his bag and brough out a chain that he put the medallion on. He locked the chain and put the medallion back into his bag.
The chamber was very big, yet simple. Columns led from the entrance, where Indy stood, to the raised platform in the center of the chamber. A beam of light shown down upon the platform, it was noon and the sun was right above. The umbrella shape on the roof and opened up to allow the light in. Indy tossed the torch aside and walked up to the raised platform, his steps echoing. He rose the little flight of stairs and looked down at the floor, where another circle resided.
Within the circle was...a pool? It was a little pool about 3 feet in diameter of some starnge shiny blue liquid that moved despite no wind or surf. There was this light, aura sound that resonated from the pool. What the hell are the Nazis up to this time. He thought. He knew they were looking for this place, but he didnt know what was in it. Nor did the Nazis. All everyone knew was that it was tied to the ancient symbol of the swastika, and its true origin and meaning.
Indy kicked a pebble into the pool. The rock stayed on its surface for a moment, then it was sucked in. Indy knew exactly what this was at that point: a portal.
He stepped down from the platform and observed the rest of the chamber. Nothing interesting. His only exit closed....No way out. Indy was in trouble, he did NOT want to have to go through the portal. Too much of a gamble there. He then noticed something at the other end of the chamber, opposite the entrance. He took the torch from the floor and went up to it. Strange he hadn't noticed it when he first walked in...
They were pictographs. Excellent, Indy needed more info. It was one big illustration. At the bottom it showed a structure, just like the one Indy was in. A beam shot from the top of it, and in the beam was a humanoid figure, travelling through it. The beam lead to another circle which was surrounded by other figures. Some humanoid, others....not. They all faced what looked like a castle. Atop the castle was a great figure that was definitely greater in size to symbolize power. The figure had an orb in his left hand while his right hand pointed towards the masses.....
"What the hell is going on here." Indy thought and stepped away from the pictograph. That was all it showed. It was also very well done, and yet showed very little detail. Just like the rest of the structure he was in. It was all so simple, as if it was done hastily. Or if no one really cared about it. Well atleast the grey stone was very durable and had lasted this long.
Suddenly the pool fluctuated. An odd water like sound sloshed from the pool. Indy turned to it and then the umbrella opening began to slowly close. he was in trouble now. He was going to get trapped in here. He ran up to the pool which was now flowing visciously, yet not coming out of the circle. Indy thought quickly for a moment.
"Here goes nothing." He stepped onto the pool and it held his weight for a moment, then he was sucked in and shot upward.
Name: Henry 'Indiana' Jones Jr.
Realm: Earth from the Indiana Jones realm. One year after Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade
Armament: Webley Green revolver
Everyone has to email me their sheets before they post their sheets so we can set them up. Make it in this format. You MUST include a picture of your character. The intro of your characters will be different from Indy's, same portal sequence however. But the portal will open up beneath you while your character is doing w/e you want him/her to be doing. Indy is a special case. That is all the info on the RPG at this time. Our characters know nothing of what is going on. More will be discovered as you play on...much, much more. Email me, people. Messenger is preffered. I have already told all if not most of you what this RPG is about, so prepare accordingly.
This RPG is about select indivisuals who are taken from their realms and brought to one realm in which a tournament is taking place. This tournament is not a one on one battle with characters, its like one big Zelda game where we are each a different Link. There is one Boss who is controlling everything and overseeing the tournament. More will be revealed about him later on. The winners of the tournament get to become a Champion of Geridarr, powerful individuals who get to govern a one of the many realms that the Boss controls. Those that refuse to take part in the tournament are stuck in the realm. Those that rebel are destroyed. You can be ANYONE you want. However, overly powered characters will be altered so there is fairness in the RPG.
Last edited by Valthonin (Monday, July 21, 2008 10:22 am)
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