Prague, 1868

At dusk, the British army lit their camp fires one by one, the lights lay before the city of Prague as though an enchanted city had sprung up from the earth. In contrast the city was all blacked out and dead. Dark clouds roamed across the sky, allowing little moonlight to reach the battlefield.

A low rumbling of siege engines could be heard in the distance as the British army began to move from their camps and assemble into ranks and units, but their were hidden behind powerful concealment spells.

The daemons on Prague’s walls became nervous with the imminent attack, all checking for weaknesses in the defences or giving pep-talks to lower daemons.

Then lightning came thundering down out of the clouds and went straight for a solitary man standing in front of a large hill. He was Gladstone!

The battle had begun!

Out Of Character: Fantastically original storyline, Nate.

OOC: thats nice but people need a char form and rules

Rules:-
1. People chose to be one character (deamon or human) and stick with that charater for the story
2. The things that the characters do must be believeable (no imps single handedly killing an mariads)
3. The stories can't be untrue to the story (people or deamons can't die if they are alive after the insident in the books)

I'd say nobody is allowed to take control of a major storyline character, although they can appear as NPCs, as long as nothing major happens to them.

I am with Sentynel

The most important rule is to use your common sense. I didn't post that earlier because I thought it was common sense...

lol

that sounds fine to me, so back to the stroy...

name: Human
rank of demon: afrit
servant of: Romulas Agustus Ceaser
History: he was the demon aquired by the ceaser family and has been passed down from generatrion to generation he was usual the leading general of the romans he was always "killed" soon after a emporer died his current master is named after the last roman emporer.

Hey could i be one of the Golems?

yeah, theres no problem with that

human walked back and forth on the ramparts as he should durring sentry duty he was just going thru the motions bbecause his name was on the list today though this job should be an imps but he did not care. The tower bell rang out his turn was over he turned into a sphinx looking creature and flew away.

Name: Ekonai
species: Djinni
Preferred form: Eagal
Affiliation: Prague
Servent of: Chief Minister Meyrink
History: Ekonai is a relitively new spirit. His name has been discovered only in the last century. Meyrink is his fourth master.

OOC: this is my first RPG so wish me luck! :)

IC:
Ekonai looked down from the walls of Prague with aprehension, he had been in battles, and knew how to handle them, but this was no battle, this was a war. The british had made camp and were buisily preparing for the siege to come.

OOC: You guys aren't that good at roleplaying. I'm a golem. Disagree and I throw bricks at you. Affiliation to Prague; if they had no golems, then you are a liar and you people need to figure out the meaning of originality.

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The runes engraved intricately along the golem's exterior glowed with an unholy light, reflecting the dim illumination cast by a number of torches around the perimeter of the golem's area of birth. The Thorshamar was the only obvious rune, resting on the back of the golem's rocky cranium. The rest were not cataloged in any book, and only resided in the improvising minds of the great Prague magicians.

It was on all fours, its limbs buried deep within the rocky soil. They were not so much buried though, for it was part of the earth, only separated from its home due to the magical enchantments and artifacts that strengthened and made it. Its great, chiseled arms burst out of the ground, carelessly causing specks of dirt to fly around, landing on the hooded cloak of his creator.

With an unearthly roar(no pun intended), the being at the back of the accumulated Prague forces rose to its feet, testing out the durability of its legs. Its swinging arms would've pulverised anyone if they touched them, but as the earth's spawn flailed about, the maker moved lithely, cloak flapping about it as it dodged the limbs.

With a small hand sign, a rune on the forehead of the golem activated. The beast calmed down, and then giant steps ate up the distance to the closest platoon of spirits, closely packed and staring at each other with distaste.

and then they came! The british started their charge and the seige had begun. In the distance Ekonai could see Gladstone, weilding his terrible staff.

Name:Mraendor
Gender:Male
Age:5231
Species:afrit of the ninth level
Job: N/A
History: first summoned in prehistoric times now serves an eminent british magician
Personality:pschotic afrit with no sense of humour whatsoever
True form: a black miasma ith a pair of red eyes peircing the fog
Favourite form: The grim reaper (cloaked induvidial with big silver scythe,only blade othewise he would die)

mraendor stalked the camp ,his cloak billowing and his scythe drawing looks of terror from the weaker spirits he passed.He stared onward,wrought a protective sheild round him and strode onto the field

Name: Mr. Tiddles
Gender: Male
Age: 56 next Tuesday
Species: commoner
Job: philosopher
History: born to a family of wealthy Polish immigrants, Mr. Tiddles was kidnapped by demonic werewolves at the age of two. Saved by a djinni named Groticus, he and Groticus became friends but eventually split apart during a feud over sports teams. Mr. Tiddles eventually found his way to Prague where he really does nothing but charge rich people for stupid riddles.
Personality: Blunt, boring, greedy
True form: Plump, balding
Favourite form: well, he really does like those Physical Release forms the Emperor has been spreading around...


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Mr. Tiddles walked quietly around the area. Commoners looked up to him because they really had nothing else to do and he was the oldest of the bunch.

"Is it just me," he said, "or have we been doing this for a month without an actual battle starting?"

"Hey," yelled one of the commoners, "I think he has a point!"

Another nodded eagerly. "Yeah! We haven't done jack squat for nought on 30-sommat days!"

"Come, my commoners!" shouted Mr. Tiddles anxiously. "Since the Brits and our fellow Czechs are stalling, it is time for us to take over the Empire!"

It was at that moment that a stray brick fell on Mr. Tiddles's head, immediately killing him. The commoners were quiet.

"Well, that sucks," whispered one fearfully to another. "Don't let anyone know, but if something doesn't happen soon, I might try somethin' desperate."

"And end up like him?"

"Don't let anyone know, ye fool!"

Pretty pointless, Bowles. I'm telling you people, this ain't gonna work, ah well...

Name: Rekyt (NOT Rekyht, Rehyt.)
Gender: Male
Rank: Ninth level Djinni
Age: 5060 years
Afflication: Holy Roman Empire
Fav. Form: Shamanic raven totem.
True form: Shadow, with a purplish aura
History: Summonded first by shamans at the dawn of man, He's been around town. Serving with north american tribes, Old Egypt, Rome and Personal servant to Solomon

Stratov gate was falling. 'The greatest magical contruct of Europe', eh? I am going EAT Bartimaeus, if he's still alive.
But first things first.
"THE BRITISH ARE COMING!"

OOC: O_o This is a shambles...And Ptomy(according to your username)have you even READ the rules?

wrote: 2. No saying that your character is related to anyone from the books.

wrote:Name:
Gender:
Age:
Species: (Magician, commoner, afrit, djinn(or any other species of demon)?)
Job: (Fill this in, if you're a magician or a commoner)
History:
Personality:
True form: (This is what your character looks like. For demons, you have to describe how they look like on the seventh plane)
Favourite form: (If your character is a demon...)

You aren't even using the proper form! And I'll definitely be adding some more things to the rules...such as not to kill your character so fast???...