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The Invisible Hand
The Mad Bomber
post Sep 12 2011, 11:47 AM
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Another one of my creations, hopefully this one won`t end up as a bad. It`s steampunk with airships and what not, the world is a fictional one with one huge land mass flanked by two other continents. You can make up places yourselves, if you want your characters to come from a certain type of places. Magic can also exist, if you want it to, it really makes no huge impact on the overall setting. I will be using some names etc influenced by european history, culture in describing the Imperium. Your characters can come from all walks of life as long as they have talents making them useful to the efforts of the group, they are apart of. The empire is inspired by the German/Russian empires.


On the continent of Eurepa, the main continent, The Rechsal Empire is the most dominant nation to have emerged after almost a hundred years of bloodshed. It`s armies, technology far superior to those of it`s enemies and the empire holds the rest of the remaining nations in a noose on the continent. Most notable of these Venek, Frank and Polsik Kingdoms, who share a third of the continent amongst themselves. Yet even now the empire is engaged in a bloody war with the Franks, which has ground to a halt with no clear winner. Political tensions are rising as The Prime Chancellor of the empire calls for a truce, but the emperor refuses these suggestions. Foreign nations look on worried at the situation yet also find it an opportunity because of the sudden falt of the imperial advance, even the nations on the other continents, Aesika, Kolombia and even the relatively small island nation of Britannica have theirs set on the events at the main continent. With the war going poorly the executive commanders of the armed forces have opted to engage their enemies in a different kind of war, one of agents and assasinations.

By secret imperial degree Colonel Anton Scheller was appointed in charge of these operations, forming the imperium`s first assasination squad known as `Invisible Hand`. Scheller scoured across the imperium to assemble the most talented agents available, tough some are considered utterly ruthless, of questionable loyalties and beyond redemption by the courts. Scheller, taking command of the Regina Caelorum(Queen Of Heaven) a warship disguised as a large merchant vessel gather his band of miscreants to engage the enemies of the empire in what would be an underhanded war.


1. NO ONE-LINERS (no one liners!!! NEVER!!!)
2. Blood, death, violence and swearing allowed, but let`s keep it within reasonable limits as always.
3. Romance is fine, just nothing too sexual.
4. Be serious, people; tough a comedic relief once in a while is appriciated...
5. No god-moding.
6. No controlling other RPers characters.
7. No killing another character without permission from that character's respectful RPer.
8. To improve the depth of the characters, make sure to think of a backstory that fits the setting, how the chaos and death has shook your characters life etc. Would be great if someone even made suggestions to me about my character having met your character in the past or somehow having been involved in their life.
9. Have fun!

Regina Caelorum


1. The main idea is that our characters are a part of the Invisible Hand, a team of gifted people (a very relative term) fighting an underhanded war, but if you want to have a character outside the team etc then contact me and we`ll discuss it.
2. Your character can be anything well within the realm of steampunk... Or well... as long as they prove useful to the team in some manner, they don`t even have to be a combat expert nor have any knowledge in that area.
3. Everyone has a past, you can either reveal some of it straight off the bat or bring it along as the rp progresses, but some basic facts are always nice.


Name: Abel Cromwell
Gender: Male
Age: 22
Former Profession: Smuggler

Abilities/Powers:Moderately skilled swordsman, extensive knowledge of the criminal underworld and contacts scattered across the land.
Weapons: Pistol sword(flintlock) as his primary armament, a stiletto as his sidearm and a small collection of smoke bombs and other tools, that help him in distracting or slowing his opponents.

Personality: Blunt, selfish, exploitative and dishonest to boot.
Strengths: Is able to take on problems on as they come(tough he tends to get frustrated or even scared), logical-thinker and suprisingly care-free.
Weaknesses: Cowardly, impatient, untrustworthy.


Abel Cromwell surfaced to the awareness of the imperial authorities, in the northern city of Holm, for having commited a theft and was eventually sentenced for a few months as there was very little proof to support, that he had actually stolen anything. Having served his months Cromwell disappeared from Holm only to appear three monts later aboard a merchant vessel at the other corner of the empire, serving as a crewmember of The Daring, whose reputation was stained as Cromwell`s. From that day forth Cromwell sat under the learning tree of his fellow smugglers aboard The Daring as they made runs all over the empire, even few across the ocean to the other continents. Managing to avoid imperial authorities for a number of years, The Daring was finally caught up by the imperial navy whilst carrying contraband from across the sea.

The smugglers made a run for it, but were mercilessly pounded by the imperial navy and sent crashing into the countryside. The survivors were rounded up and sent to be executed at the nearest town, Cromwell however was separated from the others just before the appointed hour and brought before Anton Scheller. It appeared, that Cromwell`s luck had not run out after all as Scheller was in fact looking someone with knowledge of covertly making runs in unfriendly territory without being targeted. Cromwell was immidiately puzzled by the fact as to why he was chosen, but chose to accept the deal without another word, choosing not to end up at the end of a noose.


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post Oct 7 2011, 08:57 AM
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Before the gunshots were fired, Abel was pre-occupied with the wounded guard, who made an effort to take down his assailant. Abel was forced make split second dodge, tumbling to the floor while the guard got tripped by Abel`s feet and was sent crashing admist the crowd. The two gunshots pierced his hearing and he could only hope, that those guns belonged to Marcus. Charlotte yanking him by his arm, helped him stumble back onto his feet and to his noticable relief she had got a hold of Ghredal. Abel agreed wholeheartedly with her suggestion and did not waste a heartbeat before starting to make his way towards the back door. Struggling through the last of the crowd, Abel pushed his way to the back door and found that it lead to an abandoned kitchen, which had a direct exit to the alley. Abel lead Charlotte and their newfound `friend` out of the building to the alley.

Upon emerging outside, Abel was still clutching to his bloodied switchblade, in fact he was grasping to it so hard his knuckles had turned white. The fresh air did nothing for his pounding heart, but at least they did not stumble onto more guard, which Abel thought was either lucky or suspicious. Discarding the irrelevant thoughts, Abel glanced at Ghredal, who seemed at least grateful, but seemed to be expressing a healthy degree of paranoia.

"As you realize Mr.Ghredal we have limited time and pursuers, we need a safe place to lay low, the lengthy explenation as to why we are helping you can wait for later. Unless you prefer we continue this conversation in a jail?"

Ghredal nodded before glancing back at the kitchen door, but as none of his compatriots emerged, he chose to defer to Abel`s lead. Abel nodded, satisfied, that the man did not choose to difficult and seemed to have some degree of intellegence. The trio disappeared to the back alleys of the city, heading for a hotel where Abel had arranged rooms for them.


Having safely made their escape and made sure they were not being tailed, Ghredal`s demeanor seemed to become slightly more aggressive, but he did not say a word as they entered the hotel of Abel`s choosing. This particular hotel offered privacy and service, no questions asked, mainly due to it`s nature as a base of one dominant criminal in the city. Upon arriving in the room Abel had rented for himself, he cast aside his cap and sat down at chair by a small coffee table. The room was unspectacular at best, having only the necessities, but it was far from being uncomfortable. Ghredal glanced around the room, nervously, then at Abel as he motioned for him to have a seat.

"Abel Cromwell at your service." Abel said and added a small theatherical bow into his introduction, his face adorned with an amused expression. "You have questions no doubt Mr. Ghredal? Why am I sticking my neck out to help you? Well as you must have discerned thus far, I know things including every little detail of your life and most importantly, that you are in fact a rebel recruiter for this part of the city."

Ghredal did not seem at all impressed as he took a seat nor threatened by Abel`s smug attitude, he merely glanced at Charlotte before turning to Abel, apparently the man had already formulated an opinion of the two.

"You two are criminals." He pointed out accusingly, knowing fully well what kind of people the owners and customers of the hotel were.

"Would that not indicate you one as well?" Abel rebuked the claim with an accusation of his own.

"That`s not how I see it." Ghredal stubbornly argued.

"Nor do we." Abel said with smirk flashing across his face.

"Then pray tell, what might you be?" Ghredal inquired raising his eyebrows and turning to look at Charlotte, which Abel to turn to her as well for an answer, hoping she could present herself as a rebellious idealist or something akin to that.


As the chaos subsied, the guard squad leader, a tall man with dark hair approached Marcus, who had been spared from brutality. The guards would have had a tougher time taking down the brawlers had those shots not been fired so they owned him in a manner of speaking.

"First off I appriciate what you did for us.... secondly I`d like to know who you are and what you are doing here. Your clothing is hardly commonplace and neither are those pistols, they don`t seem exactly cheap."

The man speculated with a discerning voice.


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- The Mad Bomber   The Invisible Hand   Sep 12 2011, 11:47 AM
- - MaiShadowAlchemist   Sorry for the delay, I'll post my profile as s...   Sep 14 2011, 09:58 AM
- - MaiShadowAlchemist   (I'm sorry!! I know they're sucky ...   Sep 16 2011, 10:00 AM
- - The Mad Bomber   (This is a bit of a prequel, from my characters vi...   Sep 16 2011, 01:44 PM
- - Razzy   ((Sorry it took a while to post. I've been pre...   Sep 18 2011, 06:29 PM
- - The Mad Bomber   (We are kicking off, those that still are going to...   Sep 22 2011, 06:20 AM
- - MaiShadowAlchemist   "Rotten luck? Aint that an interesting thing ...   Sep 22 2011, 05:54 PM
- - The Mad Bomber   Abel didn`t bother reading any deeper into her...   Sep 23 2011, 02:34 AM
- - MaiShadowAlchemist   "Charlotte" She mumbled, almost as if he...   Sep 23 2011, 09:36 AM
- - The Mad Bomber   "A charlatan?" Abel spoke, as soon as h...   Sep 23 2011, 10:13 AM
- - MaiShadowAlchemist   The awkward silence that followed his comment was ...   Sep 23 2011, 08:09 PM
- - The Mad Bomber   "Well getting a sense of humour would be firs...   Sep 23 2011, 11:44 PM
- - MaiShadowAlchemist   "I've no sense of humor that I'm awar...   Sep 25 2011, 11:49 AM
- - The Mad Bomber   "The rebels or the local garrison, not that e...   Sep 25 2011, 12:34 PM
- - MaiShadowAlchemist   But instead of looking insulted, Marcus actually l...   Sep 25 2011, 03:13 PM
- - The Mad Bomber   Abel was able to take little comfort in the fact, ...   Sep 27 2011, 06:02 AM
- - MaiShadowAlchemist   "A nudge? We could drop a pin and these peopl...   Oct 6 2011, 07:45 PM
- - The Mad Bomber   The proverbial pin drop manifested itself in the f...   Oct 7 2011, 02:29 AM
- - MaiShadowAlchemist   Suddenly there was a loud crash, and wood splinter...   Oct 7 2011, 07:38 AM

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