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Fallen Skies is een 'high fantasy Textbased-RPG' die zich afspeelt in een mytische wereld vol wonderlijke wezens, monsters en magie. Het land verdeeld onder zes koningkrijken is altijd bewegend en beïnvloedbaar. Het kan zomaar zijn dat jij de held wordt van het gehele land of misschien zelfs de grootste terreur die Fallen Skies ooit meegemaakt heeft. Alles is mogelijk in deze gevaarlijk mooie wereld. En niets is gek genoeg.
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Beometh Swavi
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Real name : Comis
Aantal berichten : 45
IC posts : 37

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Age: 32
Occupation: Illegal Event Organiser // Buyer - Seller // Pugilist
Residence : Navarre
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op di apr 30, 2019 6:01 pm



The new ruler of Navarre is an idiot. The people in Vanaheim might as well be braindead. Rhoynar is led by children. Falkreath has limited means to rule. And Nymmerwell is master over it's own domain, yet inadequate in the ways of the other lands.
The political landscape, unfortunately, has an effect on Beometh's business. Luckily, Valyria has at least one capable ruler. Now Beometh stands on the little balcony on the top floor of his house. Imagining how the world of Navarre will change in coming years. He was already planning ahead, on how to continue business here. That is, if Navarre stays profitable. An Idiot King makes for Idiot habitants. And Idiots don't make money. At least, not knowingly.
It was at that moment that a little bird landed on the railing of the balcony. A good omen?
Beometh grabbed the bird harshly with his hand. The bird turned into a person. A shapeshifter. "Quickly." He said. The person whispered something in Beometh's ear.
Beometh's face grew pale. "Out." He said less powerfully than normal. The informant changed into a bird again and flew away.

Surely the apocalypse in nigh. His eyebrows fell deeper than ever before. He walked inside and made his preparations. He will find Larethian. And he will make sure to eradicate the existing stupidity of the political structure. Father Supreme will work together with Dragonscale. Let the cleansing begin.
Beometh got into his cart, and rode off to La Sablè, to get in contact with his employees. Finding Larethian might prove to be a hard task, but that won't stop him.



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Clad in Darkness Peter_10
“I’ll be my own judge and executioner”
Larethian Akesh
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Real name : Marielle
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Age: 39
Occupation: King of Fallen Skies
Residence : The realm of Valyria
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op di apr 30, 2019 6:56 pm

our scars have the power to remind us that the past was real


Chaos had been thriving the lands ever since the rulers became divided. Everyone was protecting their own monarchy. Most of them scared of what would happen if they did not. And so did he, but only because it had been the one thing he had been doing for years. If only until his sister in law would take over the throne of Fallen Skies so he was able to retire. Even though the lands got divided he had stand tall. Making sure the city was safe as ever as he had followed his plans to protect the walls even better. But the feelings about this city has never been te same. Home was not home anymore. The castle did not feel like a safe haven anymore, and his loved ones. Most of them were dead. Some because of the plague. Others he had just banished onto that dark memory palace he had created. It was a list he had been building up ever since his sister was taken away from him. It was a list that was growing ever since. Some have been dead for way too long. Yet he was still able to feel the bitter touch they left. It was making his brain feel sore, and his body felt weak. Though, you would not see a flinch of it in his face. He was inevitable as always.

He moves his way back to the windowsill only to let his blue gaze find the purple coloured lavender fields. He wasn't home. Yet he was either. This country was once what he used to call home. Yet it had left a black stain on his heart. Another one of the many. But it had also brought him so much to think about. And as the corners of his mouth curled up he pulled up the glass of red wine only to take a small sip of it.







I don't believe in no devil, 'Cause I done raised this hell
I've been the last one standing, when all the giants fell
Beometh Swavi
Member
Real name : Comis
Aantal berichten : 45
IC posts : 37

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Age: 32
Occupation: Illegal Event Organiser // Buyer - Seller // Pugilist
Residence : Navarre
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op di apr 30, 2019 7:29 pm



Beometh and his driver had found their way to La Sable. The first thing Beometh did was enter the Blue Hog-inn. He had always been one for the direct approach. Most people just stared at him, when he entered. He has quite a presence. "Those who don't feel protected, should leave." Seems like Beometh's warnings haven't lost their touch. Everybody, but two, left the tavern immediately. Even the tavernkeeper valued her life more than her business.
The two people who stayed were sitting at the same table. One was totally covered by purple robes, and the other was a hairy, skinny, badly dressed fellow with pupils as big as his whole eyes.
Beometh's footsteps echood through the tavern, as he walked towards them. Yet, the oddly dressed strangers didn't seem to fear him. "Clay. Rebbit." Beometh said. They responded with a nod. "Larethian." He simply said. The hairy fellow nodded deeply and grinned, while the purple robed person just stood up. "Five hours." Said the robed person, with a voice that was barely recognisable as human.

Beometh took a chair, and sat down. "I'll be here." The robed person yanked the chain attatched to the hairy fellow, and they walked out the door. "Usual payment." Beometh said, as they left. Crooks do love to have certainty about their payment. Selfish Honesty, Beometh liked to call it. Well that is an overstatement, Beometh doesn't like anything. Especially not the state of the world right now.


[Je kunt die twee personen gwn bespelen hoe je wilt, als je wilt]



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Clad in Darkness Peter_10
“I’ll be my own judge and executioner”
Larethian Akesh
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Real name : Marielle
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Occupation: King of Fallen Skies
Residence : The realm of Valyria
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op di apr 30, 2019 7:43 pm

our scars have the power to remind us that the past was real


The man was a thinker. Always been. Ever since he was just a small kid he was always drawing, fantasising things with his mind. Which ended up into a wide variation of tales, thoughts and knowingness. All safely stored until he would need it some day. Perhaps some day would be sooner than he thought. As he took a next sip while he still stared out off the window. Your grace. The lady whispered at him. It was a familiar voice. One he had found wandering in the woods of Nymmerwell just a month ago. A voice he would not dare to ever hear again. Larethian turned halfway around only to look into the dark brooding eyes of his sister. The dark and sinister laugh that was placed on her lips made him wonder what she had on her sleeve. And all he could do was smile back. sister.

We should be going by now. Soon it will be dark, and finding our way back home won’t be easy then. she hesitated in her words, yet tried to remain calm in the process. While he just showed her another frown with his brows. Home. What home.. as he gazed at her. Yet she did not pulled back when he approached her. Don't you see it Kendra? This fantasy we used to call home is no more. the 'smile' there once was on his face had vanished leaving nothing but a thin line on his lips when he took his distance from her. Leaving her alone in the room. He needed time to think. He needed air.







I don't believe in no devil, 'Cause I done raised this hell
I've been the last one standing, when all the giants fell
Beometh Swavi
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Real name : Comis
Aantal berichten : 45
IC posts : 37

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Age: 32
Occupation: Illegal Event Organiser // Buyer - Seller // Pugilist
Residence : Navarre
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op di apr 30, 2019 8:17 pm



The more time went by, the more bend over Beometh sat on his chair. The gravity of his thoughts were literally pulling his head closer to the ground. In a way, he had some sort of Worldslayer at his command. But, just like the businessterm, this would be a 'high risk, high reward' situation. His life would not be safe if he did. At least, not with any certainty. Those creatures can turn on their summoners at any moment.
He ran his fingers through his hair. "This is what happens." He said. "I have been too passive." How can one build a business in a broken world? The foundation of his business practises were solid and strong. The ground on which it was built, not so much. He knew this, and he did not do anything about it. At that moment, a flash of his past passed through his mind. The moment his coach promised the young Beometh he would take care of everything.
A paralel to what was happening today. You can't have other people control what they can't phathom. Yet.. somewhere in his mind.. he knew he couldn't either. But a little voice kept saying he would do one heck of a better job than most.
With his expertise of business and Larethians knowledge of politics, they would be able to come up with something. If he has to, he will force this out of the man. With the current state of things, there is no time for games. No time for hindrance.
Beometh got back his composure and stood up, to make himself some coffee. He needed that.



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Clad in Darkness Peter_10
“I’ll be my own judge and executioner”
Larethian Akesh
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Real name : Marielle
Aantal berichten : 1054
IC posts : 338

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Age: 39
Occupation: King of Fallen Skies
Residence : The realm of Valyria
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op di apr 30, 2019 8:36 pm

our scars have the power to remind us that the past was real


It wasn't his normal taste to go outside without his soldiers. Especially not in another country, and especially not while the countries were unstable as what. Not that it seemed to matter for him. As je moved passed his sister downstairs to the bar he managed to grab a coat and pull it around him. Ready for whatever may have to come. Luckily for him he wasn't wearing his formal clothing. It was nothing more than his beloved white blouse, a pair of trousers and his favourite belt. The one with the sigil of his house on it. A viper and a crown. Making his way down he eyed at some vague persons. Skinny, hairy and badly dressed they were, but here in the city there were enough vague persons to be seen. So he gave them his usual surly look and went on outside. His sister would manage herself in the room, brew a poison here and there. Like she would always do.







I don't believe in no devil, 'Cause I done raised this hell
I've been the last one standing, when all the giants fell
Beometh Swavi
Member
Real name : Comis
Aantal berichten : 45
IC posts : 37

Character sheet
Age: 32
Occupation: Illegal Event Organiser // Buyer - Seller // Pugilist
Residence : Navarre
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op di apr 30, 2019 8:52 pm



Tactic number one: mystery. "You are expected." The purple robed person said, as Larethian walked by. She tried to lure him like a fish. Once he would go for the bait of 'mystery', he might willingly go to Beometh with them. In the meantime, Clay tried to scratch behind his ear with his foot, but then he realised he was in his human form, so he awkwardly scratched with his hand. Not their first job. Not their first difficult person. Not their first overthrown royal.

Back at the inn, Beometh meticulously made his coffee. There were no disturbances, and an abundance of time. Or so he thought. He didn't realised the person he wanted to speak to was already in the same city as him. He did not believe in luck, nor faith. He believed in showing people the reality of things. And showing how blinding yourself from it can kill you. In a way he had blinded himself from reality too. He had willingly looked the other way when the world was slowly setting course for an iceberg, so to speak.
Then finally, his coffee was ready. But nothing about that satisfied him.



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Clad in Darkness Peter_10
“I’ll be my own judge and executioner”
Larethian Akesh
Member
Real name : Marielle
Aantal berichten : 1054
IC posts : 338

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Age: 39
Occupation: King of Fallen Skies
Residence : The realm of Valyria
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op ma mei 13, 2019 3:29 pm

our scars have the power to remind us that the past was real


It was not like he paid that much attention to vague persons at a bar. He had seen them in these taverns and cafe's enough. They weren't anything special to him. Not anymore at least. As he thought back when he first met the boy. Special thing. Rikton must have been his name. And he was sneaky as hell. His lips form a small grin when he remembered his guards who were bamboozled by the guy. Yet the grin on his lips faded into a thing line when one of the strangers started talking to him. "You are expected." .. As he slowly stopped his pace. Only to turn slighty around towards the purple robed person. His head slightly tilted as he eyed on the smaller figures. First over the lady then the person closer to her. Who seemed to act more like a dog than a person. I beg your pardon? he said with a rasp in his voice. The one that told others that his life hasn't been all about jewels and gold.








I don't believe in no devil, 'Cause I done raised this hell
I've been the last one standing, when all the giants fell
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