The Rebirth ((Daldriad Recruitment Thread & Rp Thread))

[ski_king3 0]

Jamala looks around the flame, at the men, women and children gathered before him. Many are crying, others merely looking at the ground silently. It was not the previous ceremony which had brought about their sadness, but the death of the former Mustang which all had held dear in their hearts. Despite the cold, dark night that their camp outside of the sandy badlands granted them, he could make out each face clearly, illuminated by the eery glow of the firelight. He looks down at his chest, staring at the crimson tattoos replacing his old orange ones, staunchly contrasting to the onyx color of his skin.

 

Jamala looks up once more, his eyes passing over the small mass of Daldriad huddled around the luminous flame. The silent group of elves and humans all looked upon him, waiting for him to speak. For once, he made no effort to hide his emotions, his face bearing no mask to his sorrow and anguish. He scanned over the crowd once, twice, three times, unsure of what to say. He opens his mouth, as if to speak, then clamps it shut once more, pursing his lips together tightly.

 

A hand reaches for his, clasping it tightly. He turns to his side, surprised to that his wife Eris had made her way over to him. He stares at her, his expression unchanging, unsure of what to do until she releases his hand and wraps him in a tight embrace, her blonde hair hanging loosely against his chest. She utters three quiet words, and he mimics them in his own rough, deep voice. She looks up at him, her expression indicating surprise as she focuses on a single tear rolling down his cheek, the first he’d ever produced since he kidnapped her long ago. He feels her hand slide up to his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. He tilts his head down, giving him a gentle kiss on the forehead before ending their embrace, stepping forward so the light fully illuminates him, garnering the attention of all those around him.

 

“Brrotherrs, sisterrs! I ask you to listen to me! Forr today, we have lost ourr grreatest leaderr, and ourr grreatest frriend. Forr I must tell you, it is in my disgrrace that we have lost ourr beloved leaderr, Ghorra Rrama. I was his Drrel’Khamen. I sworre to prrotect him with my life, and I failed. And forr that, I am dishonorred. I failed the Mustang, and the Grreat Spirrit.”

 

Several subdued gasps can be heard from around the fire. Jamala takes time to pause, look at the face of each Daldriad. Some were merely shocked or surprised, others angered, and the rest still to upset for his words to affect them.

 

“When I rreturrned to camp with Rrama’s body, I meant to rreplace my orrange tattoos with black ones and leave in dishonorr. But Essma, Rrama’s wife asked me to wait. She grrieved forr herr loss frrom beforre the sun rreached the top of the sky, until it was nearrly set and gone. I grrew impatient, and prrepared to alterr my tattoos. It was only then that she came to me to speak.”

 

He pauses once more, looking at each Daldriad’s reaction once more. At this pause in his tale, it seemed that some of the strong emotions he’d seen before had been replaced by an interest in his words. The attention that was paid to him was clearly subdued by the sadness of the group, but it was evident that many were intent on hearing what he was about to say.

 

“Essma came to me and told me that I was to be the new Mustang. I did not underrstand. She told me Rrama wished for me to be the Mustang if he died beforre his son could be taught. That my devotion to him, ourr people, the Grreat Spirrit, they all set me aparrt frrom any otherr he’d seen. Hearring this, I spoke of my failurre, of my weakness. She told me that my prreparrations to marrk myself and leave in dishonorr only confirrmed Rrama’s worrds. That it was his will, and the Grreat Spirrit’s, that I follow him and take his place. That is why tonight, I wearr the rred instead of black.”

 

And then for a while, there was silence. His gaze swept over the crowd once more, all eyes staring uncertainly back at him. He stood there, looking back and forth, considering the effect of his words. After what felt like hours, but was only truly about a minute, he opened his mouth and spoke once more.

 

“I look at each of you, and see the people of the Grreat Spirrit. And yet, I also see fearr. Many of you have no longerr believe that we arre strrong. That the ways of the Orrenerrs or otherrs will serrve you betterr. And forr that, I am sorrry. Yes, we arre scatterred, many of ourr people have left us, and yes, we have lost ourr leaderr. And yet, we have not! Forr the firre of the Grreat Spirrit still burrns deep within ourr hearrts! We still have ourr strrength!”

 

He pauses briefly, looking over the crowd’s reaction once more before the sudden change in the tone of his voice.

 

“And yet, many have lost theirr will. And forr that, I do not believe therre arre any to blame. So, I give you a choice. If you wish to leave, I will allow it. I will not stop you, and I will not marrk you the way I was to marrk myself. No matterr yourr rreasons, I will believe that you leave to searrch forr those of us who arre lost, and that you will one day rreturrn. If you wish to leave, I advise you do so now, for afterr this night, any who leave will be punished as is trradition, and wearr the black marrks which show yourr deceit. To those who will go, do so now.”

 

He stops talking, looking over the crowd. At first, all that could be heard was the crackle of the fire. No movement, no noise, no disturbances. Then, after several seconds of this near-silence, a man stands up. He steps away from the fire, going towards his tent, taking a few valuable possessions before climbing atop his horse and departing. All eyes follow him as he does this, but as he departs, more men and women begin to leave. At first only a few, but as time goes on, more and more. Jamala watches for nearly half an hour, as slowly but surely, most of the Daldriad leave. He glances at his wife, noticing the tears welling in her eyes. As he watches the last man leave, he stands in silence for another minute before speaking.

 

“To those of you who arre left, it pleases me to see yourr devotion. Perrhaps now, it seems we arre weak, but I prromise this is false. We arre the strrongest of the Grreat Spirrit’s childrren, and ourr hearrts and minds arre prroof of this. Do not let yourr prrides waverr in this time of trrouble. I have found a new home forr us, and soon enough, we shall rride therre and rrebuild. It will be difficult forr all of us, but I prromise you this is just anotherr test given to us by the Grreat Spirrit. We shall fight thrrough it. We shall succeed. And as we always had, we will surrvive.”

 

For the Daldriads who regretted leaving, their decision was not made any easier by the cheers, chants and song that could be heard for miles from the Daldriad camp.

 

-------------------OOC Below-------------------

 

So basically, the Daldriad have gone rather inactive. We have had spurts of activity, but at this point, it seems most of our players have left us. However, there are still a few active members among us, and we really don’t want the Daldriad to die out. While we may just end up surviving as a small group, we do wish to try to recruit more players to join us. If you have a character which you don’t know what to do with, or you just wish to make a new character to join the Daldriad, feel free to fill out one of the two applications below. One will get you assimilated through roleplay (which I can assure you is very fun), while the other merely creates a character which would have previously been a Daldriad. Assimilation can be done either by a person approaching us, seeing our way of life, and requesting to join us, or by being enslaved and forced into submission. Both are rather enjoyable, they’re just different paths.

 

Now, I've been thinking, and I realize this post does not really do much to explain what sort of RP you'll find as a Daldriad. So, let me explain a little bit what you can expect if you wish to be a Daldriad:

-Slaving, raiding and robbing

-A unique, ritualistic tribal culture

-Beatings of you or others

-Fun horse roleplay

-Training of domestic or combative skills through roleplay

 

If you have any questions, you may also post them here.

 

Daldriad Lore

 

Daldriad Skin Examples

 

 

OOC info - IC info

 

Pre-Existing Daldriad App

 

MC Name:

Timezone:

Have you read the Daldriad Lore?:

Do you have Skype? If so, what is it?:

Are you willing to write a VA?:

 

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Race:

Relation to Existing Daldriad (if any):

Short Bio:

 

“Recruited” Daldriad App

 

Name:

Age:

Gender:

Race:

 

MC Name:

Timezone:

Have you read the Daldriad Lore?:

Do you have Skype? If so, what is it?:

What evils are you accepted for? (if none put NA):

Are you willing to write a VA or a mini-VA?:

Would your character be recruited willingly, or through enslavement?:

[ski_king3 0]

((Sorry for the double post but I want this to be noticed. Is the black hard to read?))

[WuHanXianShi14 0]

((Yeah, it is. Maybe consider making it default?))

[ski_king3 0]

((Fixed the colors, edited one of the apps slightly, and added a very brief bit of insight into Daldriad culture))

[JtPv 140]

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I know I left, but I WAS one of the more active players, and as a Drel'Ulicthr, I did develop some ceremonies, like your marriage. I could help with any questions with Drel'Ulicthr customs. Your choice, Ski. 

PS: This is kind of awkward, but could I rejoin the  chat if you say yes pls?

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[ski_king3 0]

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I know I left, but I WAS one of the more active players, and as a Drel'Ulicthr, I did develop some ceremonies, like your marriage. I could help with any questions with Drel'Ulicthr customs. Your choice, Ski. 

PS: This is kind of awkward, but could I rejoin the  chat if you say yes pls?

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((Of course, sounds good to me!))

[Watyll 1104]

((Good luck old friend))

Rama's charred and blackened body sits burning upon the fire. Perhaps it is some muscle spasm of death, but his stoic face appears to be set in a half smile.

[GavinTheViking 151]

((Good you guys are coming back. The orcs get tired of seeing green everywhere. Hope you can help us in world domination. #AllHailKrug))