((Greetings, all!
It's a shame The Treasure Hunt thread seems to have lost the interest of several who had set out to join; yet I'm sure there are others who are still interested in some RP-ing action. Therefore, while I'd originally planned this as a fiction, I've decided to let others join in so that we may build a story together. Now I'll start by setting the basis: ))
It has been several years since the defeat of Abaddon at the hands of the Sunspears. With the seed of malice vanquished, the peoples of the world were free to rebuild their lives and homes, and no other as much as that small but once proud nation - Ascalon. The ash clouds had settled, the melted snow of the Shiverpeaks had drained away the tar, plants grew once again. Ascalon relived, the passing years slowly had overgrown old scars; the hulking crystals and slanted lands the only lasting memories of the Searing. But all was not yet well, for the call of Home is a strong one; and slowly but surely, those adventurers that had left returned to their homelands. And with them, they brought vicious new weapons, dreadful knowledge, greedy ambitions.
So it came that Ascalon was once again under the grip of strife. The grassy plains witnessed combat between warriors that struck fear in the black hearts of demons. Quickly, the strongest groups stamped their marks upon the land, driving the defeated and the refugees alike into the relative safety of the Catacombs. There, communities formed and rogues thrived, out of sight of the new Ascalonian Order.
((I hope this has spiked your interest, and if so, please submit a character profile before you start posting IC:
Name: Ivy McFinch
Sex: Female
Age: 25
Profession: Ranger
Appearance: A lean, jumpy young woman with shoulder-length light chestnut hair, tied into a pair of tresses at the back. Has emerald eyes and her skin is bronze coloured from exposure to the sun. (As more or less descriptive as you see fit)
Personality: From having lived amongst the Luxon Armada for several years, Ivy values personal skill and strength. Victory and survival come at any cost, and any means are acceptable. She is viciously blunt and despises weakness. Yet, she is still more inclined to be kind than wicked, except by necessity.
I'll wait a bit to see how many people actually feel like joining before starting.
Note: Your character doesn't have to be Ascalon-born.))
Tales of the Underground
The Thing
Timotheos
Neat idea! A story others can join. Pretty nice.
I'll join in, but the problem is, I have 2 favourite characters, so you choose the one that suits you best ^^
Name:Timot Holystrike
Sex:Male
Age:23
Proffesion:Monk
Appearance:Elonian-darker skin, almost completely bald except for some dark hair on the back of the head. Looks serious but in fact likes to make jokes and laughs a lot.
Name:Illusionary Beauty
Sex:Female
Age:24
Proffesion:Mesmer
Appearance:White skin, less than shoulder-lenght fiery red hair. She is usually quiet and seems out of the situation. Always looks like shes thinking deep thoughts. Gets sarcastic in situations.
I added more descriptions about their personality
cuz I find that more important in a story ^^
I'll join in, but the problem is, I have 2 favourite characters, so you choose the one that suits you best ^^
Name:Timot Holystrike
Sex:Male
Age:23
Proffesion:Monk
Appearance:Elonian-darker skin, almost completely bald except for some dark hair on the back of the head. Looks serious but in fact likes to make jokes and laughs a lot.
Name:Illusionary Beauty
Sex:Female
Age:24
Proffesion:Mesmer
Appearance:White skin, less than shoulder-lenght fiery red hair. She is usually quiet and seems out of the situation. Always looks like shes thinking deep thoughts. Gets sarcastic in situations.
I added more descriptions about their personality
cuz I find that more important in a story ^^
Storm Crow
This might be interesting, there haven't been any freely open roleplays here in a while, but I'm not sure how often I'd be able to post with school and all this end-of-the-year chaos. If I don't join up, I'll keep a keen eye on this as long as it holds my interest.
Best regards, and happy roleplaying.
Best regards, and happy roleplaying.
The Thing
((Okay, well I'll get the story started and hopefully others will join in.
In the meantime, I can't really force you which character to pick, Timotheos. However you're welcome to have them both in, if you'd like.))
Golden streaks of light slivered down through the cracks in the ceiling, falling squarely down on a slight sleeping form. The ranger girl stirred and started from her position sitting against the towering wall. She winced from the light as she rubbed her sleepy eyes, and groggily stood up. Peering down from her ledge into the catacombs below, she noted the town was already busy, people milling about the shoddy wood-and-stone huts piled into an anthill-like structure.
The awoken Ivy dusted off her outfit, a pair of leather boots and linen pants fastened with a green sash and sporting exotic brands of carapaces for protection. She straightened a leather vest that left her belly exposed and brought a hand up to a chunk of jade tied to a brown choker. Feeling the spirit of the strange small jellyfish trapped inside touch her mind in greeting, Ivy slung her half-empty pack over her shoulder and ducked into a narrow spiraling staircase that took her down, down, down...
In the meantime, I can't really force you which character to pick, Timotheos. However you're welcome to have them both in, if you'd like.))
Golden streaks of light slivered down through the cracks in the ceiling, falling squarely down on a slight sleeping form. The ranger girl stirred and started from her position sitting against the towering wall. She winced from the light as she rubbed her sleepy eyes, and groggily stood up. Peering down from her ledge into the catacombs below, she noted the town was already busy, people milling about the shoddy wood-and-stone huts piled into an anthill-like structure.
The awoken Ivy dusted off her outfit, a pair of leather boots and linen pants fastened with a green sash and sporting exotic brands of carapaces for protection. She straightened a leather vest that left her belly exposed and brought a hand up to a chunk of jade tied to a brown choker. Feeling the spirit of the strange small jellyfish trapped inside touch her mind in greeting, Ivy slung her half-empty pack over her shoulder and ducked into a narrow spiraling staircase that took her down, down, down...
Brother Doug
Wonderful! Someone's started an RP again. 
Yeah, Treasure Hunt didn't end up as I'd hoped. Hopefully, this one will work out. Mind if I join?
Name: Griel Riggs
Sex: Male
Profession: Assassin
Age: 32
Appearance: Griel has a ruffled mess of black hair and piercing blue eyes. His face is generally tall and thin, and he wears a slight stubble. By mostly staying in the shadows (due to the...nature...of his job), Griel's skin is pale. He wears simple clothing, aside from his maroon cape slung across his shoulders.
Personailty: Witty and sarcastic, Griel is not your typical serious assassin. Then again, maybe it's just all part of his ploy to get you into trusting him. Sly and conniving, yet friendly when he needs/wants to be.
I'll let the story unfold a bit more before I post.
Yeah, Treasure Hunt didn't end up as I'd hoped. Hopefully, this one will work out. Mind if I join? Name: Griel Riggs
Sex: Male
Profession: Assassin
Age: 32
Appearance: Griel has a ruffled mess of black hair and piercing blue eyes. His face is generally tall and thin, and he wears a slight stubble. By mostly staying in the shadows (due to the...nature...of his job), Griel's skin is pale. He wears simple clothing, aside from his maroon cape slung across his shoulders.
Personailty: Witty and sarcastic, Griel is not your typical serious assassin. Then again, maybe it's just all part of his ploy to get you into trusting him. Sly and conniving, yet friendly when he needs/wants to be.
I'll let the story unfold a bit more before I post.
Goats17
OOC: Woohoo! I get to be in another story with Griel! But with my lovable rogue this time!
IC:
Name: Throrin Oakenshield
Sex: Male
Profession: Warrior
Race:Half Dwarven( plays into his character and his backstory, only reason I added this)
Age: 36
Appearance: Throrin appears normal, apart from being vertically challenged, but pull off his plate-mail and you see the hair. His father was human and his mother a dwarf, leaving some very distinct facial features.(OOC: His beard is teh awesome:P) And of course, he wears his cape proudly. Buddy The Turtle shines proudly on his back and pauldrons.
Personality: Short tempered, and has the muscles to back it up. Is fiercely loyal and will do absolutely anything to protect his friends or quest. But is prone to practical jokes and has a good sense of humour.
Like my friend Doug, I think I'll wait until the story fills out a post or two more before I jump in. Need a good place to introduce myself.
IC:
Name: Throrin Oakenshield
Sex: Male
Profession: Warrior
Race:Half Dwarven( plays into his character and his backstory, only reason I added this)
Age: 36
Appearance: Throrin appears normal, apart from being vertically challenged, but pull off his plate-mail and you see the hair. His father was human and his mother a dwarf, leaving some very distinct facial features.(OOC: His beard is teh awesome:P) And of course, he wears his cape proudly. Buddy The Turtle shines proudly on his back and pauldrons.
Personality: Short tempered, and has the muscles to back it up. Is fiercely loyal and will do absolutely anything to protect his friends or quest. But is prone to practical jokes and has a good sense of humour.
Like my friend Doug, I think I'll wait until the story fills out a post or two more before I jump in. Need a good place to introduce myself.
Symeon
OOC: Hiya. I was thinking about starting a new RP myself recently, but this looks interesting so... I'm in 
IC:
Name: Cleopas the Blessed (this is not his real name - he only gives that to people he knows and trusts greatly)
Sex: Male
Age: 35
Profession: Monk
Appearance:
Personality: Do not be fooled by his seemingly friendly and carefree look. He is a devout follower of the Old Gods, primarily Dwayna, and several years of living in the Echovald Forest with the Kurzicks have made him a serious, unemotional, deep-thinking and slightly reclusive man. However, he has great admiration for nature and shows respect for all varieties of magic when they are being used for good purposes. When it comes to fighting, he protects his allies and smites his foes with equal power and concentration.
The Thing, I guess it's up to you to fill out the story a bit more before the rest of us join in.
IC:
Name: Cleopas the Blessed (this is not his real name - he only gives that to people he knows and trusts greatly)
Sex: Male
Age: 35
Profession: Monk
Appearance:
Personality: Do not be fooled by his seemingly friendly and carefree look. He is a devout follower of the Old Gods, primarily Dwayna, and several years of living in the Echovald Forest with the Kurzicks have made him a serious, unemotional, deep-thinking and slightly reclusive man. However, he has great admiration for nature and shows respect for all varieties of magic when they are being used for good purposes. When it comes to fighting, he protects his allies and smites his foes with equal power and concentration.
The Thing, I guess it's up to you to fill out the story a bit more before the rest of us join in.
Miho Hyroshi
OOC: I hope there is still space for another character, if not let me know
Meanwhile I will post my character which I think should take part in the story.
IC:
Name: Miho Hyroshi
Sex: Female
Age: 20
Profession: Necromancer
Appearance:
Personality: Silent, on the background and mostly turned into herself. Almost never showing emotions, because she thinks emotions are for the weak. A true worshipper of Grenth which commits her to take part in dark rituals. Mostly visions of Grenth (who is giving assignments to his worshippers) occur during these dark rituals. She does not care about other people, only Grenth means truly something to her. Although other people leave her cold, Miho is willing to tag along with certain parties which could aid her in the assignments given by Grenth. With the power of Grenth running true her veins, Miho is the master of minions spawned from the depths of the Underworld. With these minions besides her and under the possession of strong curses to paralyze her enemies Miho is always ready for a fight.
OOC: The Thing, as I read in an earlier post your character has
Quote:
Meanwhile I will post my character which I think should take part in the story.
IC:
Name: Miho Hyroshi
Sex: Female
Age: 20
Profession: Necromancer
Appearance:
Personality: Silent, on the background and mostly turned into herself. Almost never showing emotions, because she thinks emotions are for the weak. A true worshipper of Grenth which commits her to take part in dark rituals. Mostly visions of Grenth (who is giving assignments to his worshippers) occur during these dark rituals. She does not care about other people, only Grenth means truly something to her. Although other people leave her cold, Miho is willing to tag along with certain parties which could aid her in the assignments given by Grenth. With the power of Grenth running true her veins, Miho is the master of minions spawned from the depths of the Underworld. With these minions besides her and under the possession of strong curses to paralyze her enemies Miho is always ready for a fight.
OOC: The Thing, as I read in an earlier post your character has
Quote:
ducked into a narrow spiraling staircase that took her down, down, down...
May I ask where the location of this staircase may be? and where it will take her. I will just await your next post and hope I can join in.
The Thing
((Wow, lots of people joining! Miho, a major part of theses underground passages are actually buried stone structures, so there are many narrow passageways, corridors and stairwells. As for where it takes her....))
Ivy emerged from a vine hidden cleft in the side of the great hallway. Checking that the coast was clear, she scurried along the grimy wall until she came across a barricade. Rubble had been piled up with strenth of arm and magic to form this massive, if ungainly, wall. A narrow passage had been left in the middle, closed up with a wooden rampart that held a small person-sized door. After rapping at the door, she was let through, under the watch of a host of paranoid guards. Beyond the wall stood the town she was overlooking earlier, one of the major communities of the Catacombs, and which everyone "lovingly" called Benton's Mound.
Climbing up through the spiraling alleyways of the town, she noted the various merchants' stocks seemed to be growing thinner. Thus, it came as no surprise to her to find a crowd in the town square, listening to the ramblings of an old man perched atop a short pedestal. His fine (but patched up) robes marked him as an elementalist, and indeed quite a powerful one, as the hard and wrinkled face belonged to none other than Gernus Benton. The founder of the town, and mayor. She listened half-heartedly at his boring speech, waiting for the inevitable conclusion:
"...then let us take our due share! To refill our supplies, I ask the most valiant amongst you...step forth! Let us raid the surface and claim bountiful harvest for our own!"
Ivy ignored the ensueing clapping and slipped through the crowd towards a scribe holding a scroll. People left him a wide berth, unwilling to get near. Ivy was the first to walk up. The scribe lifted a quilted pen and coldly asked, "Your name?...". Ivy lifted an eyebrow and tossed back, "What for?" The man grinned wickedly. "...For the memorial...", to which she chukled, "Put 'A Ranger', we don't have all day." The scribe tapped her shoulder with his feather pen, "Your loss, poppet. Go down that way to see the Captain of the Guard....NEXT!"
((Added in Personality in Ivy's bio.))
Miho, a major part of theses underground passages are actually buried stone structures, so there are many narrow passageways, corridors and stairwells. As for where it takes her....))Ivy emerged from a vine hidden cleft in the side of the great hallway. Checking that the coast was clear, she scurried along the grimy wall until she came across a barricade. Rubble had been piled up with strenth of arm and magic to form this massive, if ungainly, wall. A narrow passage had been left in the middle, closed up with a wooden rampart that held a small person-sized door. After rapping at the door, she was let through, under the watch of a host of paranoid guards. Beyond the wall stood the town she was overlooking earlier, one of the major communities of the Catacombs, and which everyone "lovingly" called Benton's Mound.
Climbing up through the spiraling alleyways of the town, she noted the various merchants' stocks seemed to be growing thinner. Thus, it came as no surprise to her to find a crowd in the town square, listening to the ramblings of an old man perched atop a short pedestal. His fine (but patched up) robes marked him as an elementalist, and indeed quite a powerful one, as the hard and wrinkled face belonged to none other than Gernus Benton. The founder of the town, and mayor. She listened half-heartedly at his boring speech, waiting for the inevitable conclusion:
"...then let us take our due share! To refill our supplies, I ask the most valiant amongst you...step forth! Let us raid the surface and claim bountiful harvest for our own!"
Ivy ignored the ensueing clapping and slipped through the crowd towards a scribe holding a scroll. People left him a wide berth, unwilling to get near. Ivy was the first to walk up. The scribe lifted a quilted pen and coldly asked, "Your name?...". Ivy lifted an eyebrow and tossed back, "What for?" The man grinned wickedly. "...For the memorial...", to which she chukled, "Put 'A Ranger', we don't have all day." The scribe tapped her shoulder with his feather pen, "Your loss, poppet. Go down that way to see the Captain of the Guard....NEXT!"
((Added in Personality in Ivy's bio.))
Miho Hyroshi
IC:
Miho was wandering around in buried stone structures. Dark, shady places always drawed her attention and cleaned her mind. But this was not the reason why Miho was down here. During her last vision of Grenth, the allmighty Grenth told her to seek for an underground community leaded by a great elementalist. Why or where was not told, but Miho was nothing more then an humble servant in service of Grenth which forced her to comply to Grenths will. Miho's body was still scarred from the last ritual to get in contact with Grenth. The ritual had been a painfull one and it had taken her a few days to recover from the injuries.
Miho noticed that bright, twinkling eyes were watching her from all corners inside the structures, but no beast nor demon showed its entire body. Savages seeking for food and preferably meat from easy targets. The savages were probably strengthened by the sight of Mihos scars and the idea that Miho was weakened. But Miho had faced more fearfull creatures then these.
'Miserable creatures, not even worthy to function as corpses for my beloved minions,' Miho thought. 'Even now - while I am not fully recovered - those things do not form any threat at all!'
And as if she needed to prove this to the observing eyes, a dark aura gathered around Miho's body. A thirsty feeling arose inside Miho, a thirst for blood, a vampiric thirst which needed to be stilled. A [skill=text]Vampiric Gaze[/skill] struck the nearest creature. The next moment the buried stone structure was full of scratching and crawling sounds from fleeing creatures. Miho walked to the struck creature. It was some form of misshaped mutant and Miho wondered how a Animated Shambling Horror - resurrected from this misshaped body - would look like. She started to grin.
'Okay Miho, you have had enough fun for today,' Miho wispered to herself. 'It is time to get moving again.' And so she did through small corridors, narrow passageways and long stairwells searching for the community leaded by a great elementalist. Little did she know that her destiny would be a town called "Benton's Mound".
OOC: I hope this was a nice introduction from my side to join the story. I thought it was better to not yet enter the town, but give my motives for wandering around in this Underground world. I will enter the town soon tho, but I am just waiting for a little bit more details.
Miho was wandering around in buried stone structures. Dark, shady places always drawed her attention and cleaned her mind. But this was not the reason why Miho was down here. During her last vision of Grenth, the allmighty Grenth told her to seek for an underground community leaded by a great elementalist. Why or where was not told, but Miho was nothing more then an humble servant in service of Grenth which forced her to comply to Grenths will. Miho's body was still scarred from the last ritual to get in contact with Grenth. The ritual had been a painfull one and it had taken her a few days to recover from the injuries.
Miho noticed that bright, twinkling eyes were watching her from all corners inside the structures, but no beast nor demon showed its entire body. Savages seeking for food and preferably meat from easy targets. The savages were probably strengthened by the sight of Mihos scars and the idea that Miho was weakened. But Miho had faced more fearfull creatures then these.
'Miserable creatures, not even worthy to function as corpses for my beloved minions,' Miho thought. 'Even now - while I am not fully recovered - those things do not form any threat at all!'
And as if she needed to prove this to the observing eyes, a dark aura gathered around Miho's body. A thirsty feeling arose inside Miho, a thirst for blood, a vampiric thirst which needed to be stilled. A [skill=text]Vampiric Gaze[/skill] struck the nearest creature. The next moment the buried stone structure was full of scratching and crawling sounds from fleeing creatures. Miho walked to the struck creature. It was some form of misshaped mutant and Miho wondered how a Animated Shambling Horror - resurrected from this misshaped body - would look like. She started to grin.
'Okay Miho, you have had enough fun for today,' Miho wispered to herself. 'It is time to get moving again.' And so she did through small corridors, narrow passageways and long stairwells searching for the community leaded by a great elementalist. Little did she know that her destiny would be a town called "Benton's Mound".
OOC: I hope this was a nice introduction from my side to join the story. I thought it was better to not yet enter the town, but give my motives for wandering around in this Underground world. I will enter the town soon tho, but I am just waiting for a little bit more details.
Brother Doug
OOC: Ah, good. Time to input Griel into this. Hope you like it/approve.
Stepping out of the shadows of a market stall, Griel Riggs wandered into the crowd. ‘Go underground, they said! No troubling authorities, they said! The easiest job in the world! Pah. I’d rather live in a Devourer’s nest,’ the assassin thought, his arms swinging at his sides as he walked. ‘I don’t understand how these people can live down here. I can barely see without any sun or moonlight.” Just then, Griel heard a voice calling out through the busy crowd.
“…our supplies, I ask the most valiant amongst you...step forth! Let us raid the surface and claim bountiful harvest for our own!”
A roar of applause went up in the crowd, and Griel’s eyes sparkled with interest for two reasons. This stranger, possibly some great resistance leader, had spoken of a raid on the surface. That could provide him with a means to get out of this rat-hole, and also a chance at some riches along the way.
The second reason was that, if the information he was given by his employer was correct, the man who had just spoken was the assassin’s next target.
Griel eyed the townsfolk warily. There was no way he could just march up and kill the man. He had to have bodyguards of some type, and there would be plenty of witnesses. Even after he had made the kill, where would he run to? He had only found the entrance to the catacombs, and the city, by dumb luck. The only place to go would be into the darkness, and that almost certainly meant death.
Besides, he had only gotten a brief glimpse of the man. Perhaps it wasn’t the correct target after all. Then again, his employer had specified that this ‘Benton’ would be a rebellious type. Griel stopped to think, snatched a scrap of food from a nearby stall unnoticed, and took a large bite. “Pteh!” He instantly spit out the bad-tasting filth, whatever it was. No, this place was definitely not to his liking.
The man decided to follow his usual plan: gain the man’s respect, learn as much about him as possible, then strike when he was alone and weak. No witnesses, an easy kill, and Griel would have his money and be out of here. The best way to do it, he reasoned, would be to help with this resistance, or rebellion, or whatever it was.
“Go down that way to see the Captain of the Guard. NEXT!” a scrawny-looking scribe yelled out. Griel casually strode up to him, making sure to keep his twin serpentine daggers hidden.
“Excuse me, sir. Is this the line for…whatever that man was planning?” Griel asked, placing his hand on his chin.
“Right this way, guv’nah. ‘Fore you get started on your suicide mission, I’ll need your name.”
“A name, a name…right. The name’s Lee Feng. A pleasure.”
Griel never gave out his true name, of course. Not the right thing to do in his kind of work. He offered a friendly hand to shake. The scribe did not return the favor, instead scrawling down the name, then pointing off to where he had led the young ranger woman in front of him. Griel followed, knowing that this was putting him one step closer to his goal.
Stepping out of the shadows of a market stall, Griel Riggs wandered into the crowd. ‘Go underground, they said! No troubling authorities, they said! The easiest job in the world! Pah. I’d rather live in a Devourer’s nest,’ the assassin thought, his arms swinging at his sides as he walked. ‘I don’t understand how these people can live down here. I can barely see without any sun or moonlight.” Just then, Griel heard a voice calling out through the busy crowd.
“…our supplies, I ask the most valiant amongst you...step forth! Let us raid the surface and claim bountiful harvest for our own!”
A roar of applause went up in the crowd, and Griel’s eyes sparkled with interest for two reasons. This stranger, possibly some great resistance leader, had spoken of a raid on the surface. That could provide him with a means to get out of this rat-hole, and also a chance at some riches along the way.
The second reason was that, if the information he was given by his employer was correct, the man who had just spoken was the assassin’s next target.
Griel eyed the townsfolk warily. There was no way he could just march up and kill the man. He had to have bodyguards of some type, and there would be plenty of witnesses. Even after he had made the kill, where would he run to? He had only found the entrance to the catacombs, and the city, by dumb luck. The only place to go would be into the darkness, and that almost certainly meant death.
Besides, he had only gotten a brief glimpse of the man. Perhaps it wasn’t the correct target after all. Then again, his employer had specified that this ‘Benton’ would be a rebellious type. Griel stopped to think, snatched a scrap of food from a nearby stall unnoticed, and took a large bite. “Pteh!” He instantly spit out the bad-tasting filth, whatever it was. No, this place was definitely not to his liking.
The man decided to follow his usual plan: gain the man’s respect, learn as much about him as possible, then strike when he was alone and weak. No witnesses, an easy kill, and Griel would have his money and be out of here. The best way to do it, he reasoned, would be to help with this resistance, or rebellion, or whatever it was.
“Go down that way to see the Captain of the Guard. NEXT!” a scrawny-looking scribe yelled out. Griel casually strode up to him, making sure to keep his twin serpentine daggers hidden.
“Excuse me, sir. Is this the line for…whatever that man was planning?” Griel asked, placing his hand on his chin.
“Right this way, guv’nah. ‘Fore you get started on your suicide mission, I’ll need your name.”
“A name, a name…right. The name’s Lee Feng. A pleasure.”
Griel never gave out his true name, of course. Not the right thing to do in his kind of work. He offered a friendly hand to shake. The scribe did not return the favor, instead scrawling down the name, then pointing off to where he had led the young ranger woman in front of him. Griel followed, knowing that this was putting him one step closer to his goal.
Dro-Ridley Wyvern
Name: Azrael Wyvern
Sex: Male
Age: 19
Profession: Elementalist (uses Only Wind skill such as Gust and Maelstrom combining air magic with water)
Appearance:See photoes bellow to find out some it up he is strong but not strong enough to be considered fit, but He is fast very fast
Personality:Constantly talking, Teenager mind(not very mature), like making jokes and sperementing with differnt magics but rarly ever uses them enless He has to. When around people he is a social butterfly, but when not he suffers from depression(because his child hode was filled with death and he talks to forget).
background: He uses wind power because wind saved him and his half brothers life when they where sailing to Elona when he was 5. He is luxon so he knows many things about the sea and he uses his wind powers to help sail any where fast. Best person to have aboard a ship.
Name: Kraid Maelwaedd
Sex: Male
Age: 35
Profession: Dervish (uses mainly wind prayers and Mysticism and uses Grenth as his power Grenth's Fingers Grenth's Grasp)
Appearance: Look at bottom
Personality:Outgoing like his son but more mind of that of 45 year old and also
but once he getts into a fight he puts on his hood I forget every thing around him only thing that matters is serving grenth by sending people to Grenth for judgement.
Background:In elona he was a rich for Prince Bokka. He was incharge of doing all Prince Bokka dirty work but in the end he became rich. He is father of Azrael uncle of Dro Ridley Wyvern. He is the one in command of the family. He married but his Spouse left him for his Brother Dragoromal Ral Wyvern who lived in cantha taking his child with her. This caused him to take work that only Served Grenth(meaning he left Bokka). He left elona in serch of his son Azrael. After finding him they took off with his Nephew Dro.
Name: Dro-Ridley Wyvern
Sex: Male
Age: 24
Profession: Assassin
Appearance:
Personality: He is always calm, very nice, but at the same time very smart/brutal. He is well known for his assassination of a Kurzick leader Yuri Vasburg. He helped the luxons with many raids upone Kurzick comand posts. Known for keep the children and women safe from the men in the luxon armada after attacking a command poast. He is flawless until you get into his blood stream. He contains a disease(lol I made it up) that if you he ever gets filled with dought or if he ever get sick from say a cold he goes into a biserck and insane fit. Kill friends and foes and the inosent he keeps killing until he gets better. That is why he is well known for drinking nothing but a odd green drink that odly tasts like orange juice.
background: after being left by his mother because she was taking with a group of Am Fah for "enjoyment" he was left him for dead until a man name Drinkmaster Tahnu taut him the way of the assassin. He killed Mina Shatter Storm ,the man who took his mother away, and his men at age of 9 to find his mother a dancer for his men to enjoy. He later meets his cousin Azrael and team up with his Uncle to go to tyria to become a mersenarys. But once they got to Asacolon he was hired to kill a man named Warmaster Tydus. That where I leave it.
Sex: Male
Age: 19
Profession: Elementalist (uses Only Wind skill such as Gust and Maelstrom combining air magic with water)
Appearance:See photoes bellow to find out some it up he is strong but not strong enough to be considered fit, but He is fast very fast
Personality:Constantly talking, Teenager mind(not very mature), like making jokes and sperementing with differnt magics but rarly ever uses them enless He has to. When around people he is a social butterfly, but when not he suffers from depression(because his child hode was filled with death and he talks to forget).
background: He uses wind power because wind saved him and his half brothers life when they where sailing to Elona when he was 5. He is luxon so he knows many things about the sea and he uses his wind powers to help sail any where fast. Best person to have aboard a ship.
Name: Kraid Maelwaedd
Sex: Male
Age: 35
Profession: Dervish (uses mainly wind prayers and Mysticism and uses Grenth as his power Grenth's Fingers Grenth's Grasp)
Appearance: Look at bottom
Personality:Outgoing like his son but more mind of that of 45 year old and also
but once he getts into a fight he puts on his hood I forget every thing around him only thing that matters is serving grenth by sending people to Grenth for judgement.
Background:In elona he was a rich for Prince Bokka. He was incharge of doing all Prince Bokka dirty work but in the end he became rich. He is father of Azrael uncle of Dro Ridley Wyvern. He is the one in command of the family. He married but his Spouse left him for his Brother Dragoromal Ral Wyvern who lived in cantha taking his child with her. This caused him to take work that only Served Grenth(meaning he left Bokka). He left elona in serch of his son Azrael. After finding him they took off with his Nephew Dro.
Name: Dro-Ridley Wyvern
Sex: Male
Age: 24
Profession: Assassin
Appearance:
Personality: He is always calm, very nice, but at the same time very smart/brutal. He is well known for his assassination of a Kurzick leader Yuri Vasburg. He helped the luxons with many raids upone Kurzick comand posts. Known for keep the children and women safe from the men in the luxon armada after attacking a command poast. He is flawless until you get into his blood stream. He contains a disease(lol I made it up) that if you he ever gets filled with dought or if he ever get sick from say a cold he goes into a biserck and insane fit. Kill friends and foes and the inosent he keeps killing until he gets better. That is why he is well known for drinking nothing but a odd green drink that odly tasts like orange juice.
background: after being left by his mother because she was taking with a group of Am Fah for "enjoyment" he was left him for dead until a man name Drinkmaster Tahnu taut him the way of the assassin. He killed Mina Shatter Storm ,the man who took his mother away, and his men at age of 9 to find his mother a dancer for his men to enjoy. He later meets his cousin Azrael and team up with his Uncle to go to tyria to become a mersenarys. But once they got to Asacolon he was hired to kill a man named Warmaster Tydus. That where I leave it.
Dro-Ridley Wyvern
OOC: lol Let em give this a try.
Azrael Wyvern and Kraid Maelwaedd where hired to be a mans body guards
There hired man screamed
"...then let us take our due share! To refill our supplies, I ask the most valiant amongst you...step forth! Let us raid the surface and claim bountiful harvest for our own!"
Azrael Wyvern looked at his father and said "I hate this Gernus Benton dad I dont trust him nor do I like his looks," his father looking at there employer with sciptic eyes said with a laugh "nor do I son but we have no choice we need money now to get Dro out of jail for that assassin attempt," he sighed and said "he was the only one who tried to get us money once we got here, we atleast ow him this much". They both sighed and saw a ugly haired man going up to the scribe Azrael with a laugh and looked at his father and said "This guy looks like trouble I dont like his hair," his father laughed with him and said "son you cant judge every one by there hair."
They also saw a ranger going up to the scribe as well she was quite attractive to Azrael's eyes and knew instently that she was luxon(he liked women with dark skin) by her skin. He knew he had to get to know her he smiled to himself until his father hit him over the head with his scythe. In anger he said "why did you do that for!" his father applied "because I felt like it now come on the Gernus Benton is moving now get you're butt moving and lets go."
There boss Gernus was talking to some of the merchents but suddently asked, "I need one of you to go on this raid with the captain," then he looked at us and said, "well come on who will it be," I had to do this to get near that ranger so I said "I will sir," my father was stunned and was about to object but it was to late to turn back Gernus Spoke and said "alright then go back and go down thows stairs and find the captain." I felt so happy this was my first assignment alone, and I had to get near that women.
Azrael Wyvern and Kraid Maelwaedd where hired to be a mans body guards
There hired man screamed
"...then let us take our due share! To refill our supplies, I ask the most valiant amongst you...step forth! Let us raid the surface and claim bountiful harvest for our own!"
Azrael Wyvern looked at his father and said "I hate this Gernus Benton dad I dont trust him nor do I like his looks," his father looking at there employer with sciptic eyes said with a laugh "nor do I son but we have no choice we need money now to get Dro out of jail for that assassin attempt," he sighed and said "he was the only one who tried to get us money once we got here, we atleast ow him this much". They both sighed and saw a ugly haired man going up to the scribe Azrael with a laugh and looked at his father and said "This guy looks like trouble I dont like his hair," his father laughed with him and said "son you cant judge every one by there hair."
They also saw a ranger going up to the scribe as well she was quite attractive to Azrael's eyes and knew instently that she was luxon(he liked women with dark skin) by her skin. He knew he had to get to know her he smiled to himself until his father hit him over the head with his scythe. In anger he said "why did you do that for!" his father applied "because I felt like it now come on the Gernus Benton is moving now get you're butt moving and lets go."
There boss Gernus was talking to some of the merchents but suddently asked, "I need one of you to go on this raid with the captain," then he looked at us and said, "well come on who will it be," I had to do this to get near that ranger so I said "I will sir," my father was stunned and was about to object but it was to late to turn back Gernus Spoke and said "alright then go back and go down thows stairs and find the captain." I felt so happy this was my first assignment alone, and I had to get near that women.
Dro-Ridley Wyvern
Ic:
Kraid Maelwaedd was watching Gernus talk to more of his bloody merchents until he felt a dark presence coming. Somthing so evil he felt clammy hands going up his back. What ever is coming... was being commanded by a god. He had no choice but to ask Gernus to be excused to take care of this evil. "My liege I sense somthing coming and I wish to see what it is," his reply was "yes you may go." Somehow he knew that this force is coming to. Only thing he could think about his higher was that he wish he could throw him over a cliff.
So he went to the outscirts of town to find a human shap figure coming in the dark. He trembled once but only once and then he screamed "In the name of Grenth be gone vile thing!" He thought to him self why it was just standing there but he could hear it breath. All kind of scenarios raced threw his mind. Could it be some kind of evil demented beast. Or maby it was a charr. No it was to small. Maby a evil sprite using the gods powers for miss use. All these ideas frightend him. He thought to himself I better not attack until eather it answers with words or deeds.
Kraid Maelwaedd was watching Gernus talk to more of his bloody merchents until he felt a dark presence coming. Somthing so evil he felt clammy hands going up his back. What ever is coming... was being commanded by a god. He had no choice but to ask Gernus to be excused to take care of this evil. "My liege I sense somthing coming and I wish to see what it is," his reply was "yes you may go." Somehow he knew that this force is coming to. Only thing he could think about his higher was that he wish he could throw him over a cliff.
So he went to the outscirts of town to find a human shap figure coming in the dark. He trembled once but only once and then he screamed "In the name of Grenth be gone vile thing!" He thought to him self why it was just standing there but he could hear it breath. All kind of scenarios raced threw his mind. Could it be some kind of evil demented beast. Or maby it was a charr. No it was to small. Maby a evil sprite using the gods powers for miss use. All these ideas frightend him. He thought to himself I better not attack until eather it answers with words or deeds.
Goats17
Throrin stared. He knew that face....It was Griel. What the heck was he doing down here? He had just signed up to join the raid, and Throrin knew that if he was to speak to his old 'friend' he would have to sign up too.
"Ello boy. Sign me up. I'm a itchin' to get me some blood on this here axe," Throrin said with a bit of his pirate drawl, though it had been a while since he had been with his armada, " Names Farthen Dwarfsson."
"Righto guv'nor. Follow those other two and you'll be on your way."
Throrin ran after the girl ranger and Griel. As he got closer he slowed, knowing Griel would recognize his pounding strides. Coming into a slow tip-toe, he snuck up behind the assassin....
"Hey skinny, fancy meeting you here! Gonna stick me with your little fruit peelers? How've you been?"
"Ello boy. Sign me up. I'm a itchin' to get me some blood on this here axe," Throrin said with a bit of his pirate drawl, though it had been a while since he had been with his armada, " Names Farthen Dwarfsson."
"Righto guv'nor. Follow those other two and you'll be on your way."
Throrin ran after the girl ranger and Griel. As he got closer he slowed, knowing Griel would recognize his pounding strides. Coming into a slow tip-toe, he snuck up behind the assassin....
"Hey skinny, fancy meeting you here! Gonna stick me with your little fruit peelers? How've you been?"
Timotheos
"Come on! Let' s sign up."
"Timot...Why did I know this was going to happen? Every time we go somewhere you get us into something." started Illusionary Beauty at her old friend which was beginning to annoy her over time.
"And we always had a wonderfull time and we got to see the world." said Timot back to her.
*sigh* "When will you understand? Sometimes you just dont take hold of every adventure that comes by. Besides, we just came here to see the catacomb monuments."
Timot looked at her. He knew his friend very well and he knew that she was about to lose her patience with him. She followed him to some of the most dangerous parts of the world and never complained much. He understood they were different, but he still wasn' t about to lose hope. "Please, just this one more time and then I swa- "
Beauty' s fiery red hair flashed as she turned her head fast and gave an impaling look to her friend. Her voice raised in anger "That' s it, Timot. I can' t take it anymore. If you want to go, go but I' m going my own way this time. I' m not risking my life again for your adventures. Goodbye!"
Timot watched her leave. He knew she won' t change her mind this time. He bowed his head. He' s going to miss her. A lot. He had feelings for her she didn' t know about.
He rose his head and walked torward the scribe. "Put down Timot Holystrike." he said and went to join the others.
"Pheew, did someone forget to take a bath today? he said when his nose caught a rather nasty smell. A pale-looking assasin pointed at a rather overgrown dwarf figure...
Beauty watched her friend from above. No regrets...
"Timot...Why did I know this was going to happen? Every time we go somewhere you get us into something." started Illusionary Beauty at her old friend which was beginning to annoy her over time.
"And we always had a wonderfull time and we got to see the world." said Timot back to her.
*sigh* "When will you understand? Sometimes you just dont take hold of every adventure that comes by. Besides, we just came here to see the catacomb monuments."
Timot looked at her. He knew his friend very well and he knew that she was about to lose her patience with him. She followed him to some of the most dangerous parts of the world and never complained much. He understood they were different, but he still wasn' t about to lose hope. "Please, just this one more time and then I swa- "
Beauty' s fiery red hair flashed as she turned her head fast and gave an impaling look to her friend. Her voice raised in anger "That' s it, Timot. I can' t take it anymore. If you want to go, go but I' m going my own way this time. I' m not risking my life again for your adventures. Goodbye!"
Timot watched her leave. He knew she won' t change her mind this time. He bowed his head. He' s going to miss her. A lot. He had feelings for her she didn' t know about.
He rose his head and walked torward the scribe. "Put down Timot Holystrike." he said and went to join the others.
"Pheew, did someone forget to take a bath today? he said when his nose caught a rather nasty smell. A pale-looking assasin pointed at a rather overgrown dwarf figure...
Beauty watched her friend from above. No regrets...
Symeon
OOC: Apologies if this is a bit long; my first posts in RPs usually are.
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The grim-faced guards stood aside and Cleopas cautiously stepped through the wooden north gate of Benton's Mound. He reminded himself once again of the sole reason for his venture into this area of the catacombs: to find his family. Then again, he had trusted the word of an old, broken shopkeeper in Ascalon City who had been convinced that he was a foreigner until Cleopas gave his name, telling the man that they had been next-door neighbours before the Searing struck. At that point the shopkeeper had raised an eyebrow before beginning to nod excitedly, slowly becoming more vigorous until he burst into maniacal laughter. When he had finished, he told Cleopas matter-of-factly that the last he had heard of his family was that they had fled into the catacombs, seeking refuge in a small community lead by Gernus Benton.
"... I ask the most valiant amongst you...step forth! Let us raid the surface and claim bountiful harvest for our own!"
These words reached the monk's ears as soon as he entered the town. As the wild applause that followed echoed through the caverns, Cleopas remembered the words of Sir Tydus in the Ascalon Mustering Hall so many years ago: "King Adelbern asks for the strongest, the smartest and the bravest among you to step forward! Today we recruit the heroes who will push back the Charr once and for all, and lead our kingdom to glory..." What an adventurous and daring man he had been that day, to sign up to what would become a massive quest to save the world from destruction. And now here he was, back where it had all begun, looking for his ordinary family. He hadn't seen them since he set sail for Elona with Kormir and the others, yet he felt no regret for having left them for so long. It was his destiny to be a hero and to save the world once again - the Gods had determined it to be so before any of it happened.
Cleopas walked briskly past the large crowd, at the centre of which was the man who had delivered the speech. This was not the time to begin another great adventure, he told himself. He intended to stay with his family for a short while, recount his adventures to them and then return to Cantha. The few people nearby who were not part of the crowd stared at his exquisite Kurzick clothing, but he did not look back. If it gave them pleasure to look, then he would allow them to do so; to turn his head towards them would give them the feeling that they were disapproved of.
That man over there, carrying a plank of wood - was that his father? No, he was too young, thought Cleopas. It was at this point that he realised he had absolutely no idea of where he was going, or where he should be going. He stopped in the middle of the street and took in his surroundings: behind him was the town square, full of people, around which several important buildings such as the Barracks and the Mayor's Office stood. The road that he had followed from there turned a corner not far ahead of him, with a few smaller roads and alleyways leading off it. Makeshift houses and shops leaned over the road on both sides, crammed together so tightly that the frames of doors and windows were visibly bent inwards.
"Son?"
Cleopas jumped in surprise as he heard a man's voice calling from nearby. He turned to face in the direction the voice had come from, and found himself looking at a tall, narrow-faced man with silvery grey hair, whose shoulders were abnormally large in comparison with the rest of his body. Walking slowly over to the doorway where the man stood, Cleopas examined the expression on his father's face: it was not one of joy, or even surprise, but instead it signalled disapproval and embarassment.
Deciding to speak before his father in the hope of returning him to good spirits, Cleopas said cheerily: "Father! How are you? How are my brothers and sisters?" However, his father did not alter his expression, and Cleopas looked at the ground in shame. He knew that what his father was about to say would be something to the extent of him not being welcome.
"You should not be here, son. You do not belong in this place... can't you tell? This is a place for poor people like us... terrible things have happened since you left, and you would do well not to make things worse by your presence! Please... you have somewhere better to be, so go back there."
As Cleopas listened, the full scale of the catastrophe that had struck Ascalon began to sweep through his mind. His father was poor and sick, and whatever else remained of his family was in the same situation. He realised that he had arrived at the perfect time, for an expedition of heroes was about to venture to the surface to relieve this starving and helpless community. It was his duty to his family to join them.
Feeling awkward but trying his best to maintain his cheerful stance, Cleopas looked up again. "Father, may I ask of the rest of my family? Is my - "
"Your brother Rithen serves with the town watch," interrupted his father. "And your sister Sheila lives on the other side of town with her husband and two children."
"And my mother?"
"She is gone. Please, do not speak to me of her... or anything else. Go on your way." He waved shakily in the direction of the town square, then turned and disappeared through the doorway, shutting the door behind him. Cleopas thought he heard his father whimpering on the other side.
Determined not to be discouraged by his father's dismissal, Cleopas said a short prayer to Dwayna, then returned hastily to the town square, where the crowd was beginning to disperse. Among the throng was a scrawny-looking scribe, who was speaking to a short warrior wearing platemail.
"Righto guv'nor. Follow those other two and you'll be on your way."
Cleopas eyed the warrior as he ran past, then headed over to the scribe to sign up.
"The name's Cleopas if you need it," he said confidently.
"What? Are you from Kryta or something? You'll have to spell that for me, guv'nah," snarled the scribe.
"It's C-l-e-o-p-a-s... I'm Ascalonian... and I'm a monk. Will that do?"
"All right... off you go then, follow that warrior with the beard. NEXT!"
Laughing to himself at the scribe's uncaring tone, Cleopas turned and ran back through the crowd. He caught sight of the warrior, who was approaching a pale and shady-looking man wearing a maroon cape. Cautiously, the monk followed them, keeping to a distance of about ten paces behind. He would introduce himself when the time was right.
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The grim-faced guards stood aside and Cleopas cautiously stepped through the wooden north gate of Benton's Mound. He reminded himself once again of the sole reason for his venture into this area of the catacombs: to find his family. Then again, he had trusted the word of an old, broken shopkeeper in Ascalon City who had been convinced that he was a foreigner until Cleopas gave his name, telling the man that they had been next-door neighbours before the Searing struck. At that point the shopkeeper had raised an eyebrow before beginning to nod excitedly, slowly becoming more vigorous until he burst into maniacal laughter. When he had finished, he told Cleopas matter-of-factly that the last he had heard of his family was that they had fled into the catacombs, seeking refuge in a small community lead by Gernus Benton.
"... I ask the most valiant amongst you...step forth! Let us raid the surface and claim bountiful harvest for our own!"
These words reached the monk's ears as soon as he entered the town. As the wild applause that followed echoed through the caverns, Cleopas remembered the words of Sir Tydus in the Ascalon Mustering Hall so many years ago: "King Adelbern asks for the strongest, the smartest and the bravest among you to step forward! Today we recruit the heroes who will push back the Charr once and for all, and lead our kingdom to glory..." What an adventurous and daring man he had been that day, to sign up to what would become a massive quest to save the world from destruction. And now here he was, back where it had all begun, looking for his ordinary family. He hadn't seen them since he set sail for Elona with Kormir and the others, yet he felt no regret for having left them for so long. It was his destiny to be a hero and to save the world once again - the Gods had determined it to be so before any of it happened.
Cleopas walked briskly past the large crowd, at the centre of which was the man who had delivered the speech. This was not the time to begin another great adventure, he told himself. He intended to stay with his family for a short while, recount his adventures to them and then return to Cantha. The few people nearby who were not part of the crowd stared at his exquisite Kurzick clothing, but he did not look back. If it gave them pleasure to look, then he would allow them to do so; to turn his head towards them would give them the feeling that they were disapproved of.
That man over there, carrying a plank of wood - was that his father? No, he was too young, thought Cleopas. It was at this point that he realised he had absolutely no idea of where he was going, or where he should be going. He stopped in the middle of the street and took in his surroundings: behind him was the town square, full of people, around which several important buildings such as the Barracks and the Mayor's Office stood. The road that he had followed from there turned a corner not far ahead of him, with a few smaller roads and alleyways leading off it. Makeshift houses and shops leaned over the road on both sides, crammed together so tightly that the frames of doors and windows were visibly bent inwards.
"Son?"
Cleopas jumped in surprise as he heard a man's voice calling from nearby. He turned to face in the direction the voice had come from, and found himself looking at a tall, narrow-faced man with silvery grey hair, whose shoulders were abnormally large in comparison with the rest of his body. Walking slowly over to the doorway where the man stood, Cleopas examined the expression on his father's face: it was not one of joy, or even surprise, but instead it signalled disapproval and embarassment.
Deciding to speak before his father in the hope of returning him to good spirits, Cleopas said cheerily: "Father! How are you? How are my brothers and sisters?" However, his father did not alter his expression, and Cleopas looked at the ground in shame. He knew that what his father was about to say would be something to the extent of him not being welcome.
"You should not be here, son. You do not belong in this place... can't you tell? This is a place for poor people like us... terrible things have happened since you left, and you would do well not to make things worse by your presence! Please... you have somewhere better to be, so go back there."
As Cleopas listened, the full scale of the catastrophe that had struck Ascalon began to sweep through his mind. His father was poor and sick, and whatever else remained of his family was in the same situation. He realised that he had arrived at the perfect time, for an expedition of heroes was about to venture to the surface to relieve this starving and helpless community. It was his duty to his family to join them.
Feeling awkward but trying his best to maintain his cheerful stance, Cleopas looked up again. "Father, may I ask of the rest of my family? Is my - "
"Your brother Rithen serves with the town watch," interrupted his father. "And your sister Sheila lives on the other side of town with her husband and two children."
"And my mother?"
"She is gone. Please, do not speak to me of her... or anything else. Go on your way." He waved shakily in the direction of the town square, then turned and disappeared through the doorway, shutting the door behind him. Cleopas thought he heard his father whimpering on the other side.
Determined not to be discouraged by his father's dismissal, Cleopas said a short prayer to Dwayna, then returned hastily to the town square, where the crowd was beginning to disperse. Among the throng was a scrawny-looking scribe, who was speaking to a short warrior wearing platemail.
"Righto guv'nor. Follow those other two and you'll be on your way."
Cleopas eyed the warrior as he ran past, then headed over to the scribe to sign up.
"The name's Cleopas if you need it," he said confidently.
"What? Are you from Kryta or something? You'll have to spell that for me, guv'nah," snarled the scribe.
"It's C-l-e-o-p-a-s... I'm Ascalonian... and I'm a monk. Will that do?"
"All right... off you go then, follow that warrior with the beard. NEXT!"
Laughing to himself at the scribe's uncaring tone, Cleopas turned and ran back through the crowd. He caught sight of the warrior, who was approaching a pale and shady-looking man wearing a maroon cape. Cautiously, the monk followed them, keeping to a distance of about ten paces behind. He would introduce himself when the time was right.
Dro-Ridley Wyvern
"More food please!" Screamed Dro Ridley Wyvern, they ignored him, I had a plan of getting out of this prisson. Earlier I was hired by an ugly old man... to kill some merchent. Well it turned out he was double crossed me because his actual target was Sir Tydus himself. He have never been so foolish in his life.
I am a great tactitioner and so I had to making a plan to get myself out. First off thow, once I got out where would I go, until I heard my guards talking "well have you heard about that underground place," one of the guards said, He was very large and reminded him of a charr. Othere guard respose was this "that only a legend you shouldnt think of such stupied things."
Dro Ridley thought to him self what do I got to loose. He now had a place to go but now how to get out. He had it, his specialty in assassin arts was his needle throwing and acupuncture technices and he was able to slip exacly 5 needles with him(dont ask where its not good to tell an assassin secerts).
So all he had to do now was to get both guards in here and the- "hey you I want your food now!" it was his room mate "Now!" Dro-Ridley thought to him self saying wow this guy is perfect for my plan but of course I dont need a talking blunder but I can use him. Dro-Ridley Wispered to his room mate "How would you like to get out of here" he noded. He told him this"Im going to play dead your going to go all crazy and ask for help," he noded again I knew he had my back.
"Guards," he screamed and was banging at the door "the other prissoner is dieing he needs help." The two guards looked at each other and went into there cell came near Dro-Ridley's body and said "I guess we dont have to kill him after all tomorrow," Dro-Ridley Struck he used both his needles and stabed both of the guards on the neck. They fell unconsiouse or you could call it a deep sleep. You see by stabing the Spinal Cord in a certain area you could cause they brain to no longer send signels to rest of the body and so it falls asleep or Dro-Ridley figured sleepy time needle technic. They would stay asleep aslong as the needs stayed in place. "Now to get out of this dump," I said to my room mate. "Now take there uniforms off and lets go," My roomate still stuned did as he was told I told him "now get out of here Im going to be getting to a hidding place you get home to your family."
Still in the uniform of the guard he aslo took the guards hammer. He had to get to the armory and get back his hooked daggers he got from his
Master Tahnu and they had slain a great Kurzick leader named Yuri Vasburg many a luxon would pay high price from them. He was hated by all Kurzicks after that day. That and also he needed to drink some of his potion to feel better or he may go into his fit again.
He was able to get back every thing that belonged to him and stashed it away out side of town but suddenly he was called upon by a soldier of the Ascalonian Army he said to me "Hey you you're coming with me to help with watch duty," he said with a smile on my face "You never know when some rogue group of people will attack so we need all the guards we can get tonight." I thought to my self that maby I could hide here aslong as thows guards dont wake up wich will be coming any time then they will all go looking for me. Ill leave tomorrow under the cover of night. Take my stuff and leave. "What could happen," I chuckled to my self "sure im in." He thought to him self what the chances of a raid to night any ways so he slipped his daggers into his boots and took off for the town. Later he relized he was better of leaving while he still could.
I am a great tactitioner and so I had to making a plan to get myself out. First off thow, once I got out where would I go, until I heard my guards talking "well have you heard about that underground place," one of the guards said, He was very large and reminded him of a charr. Othere guard respose was this "that only a legend you shouldnt think of such stupied things."
Dro Ridley thought to him self what do I got to loose. He now had a place to go but now how to get out. He had it, his specialty in assassin arts was his needle throwing and acupuncture technices and he was able to slip exacly 5 needles with him(dont ask where its not good to tell an assassin secerts).
So all he had to do now was to get both guards in here and the- "hey you I want your food now!" it was his room mate "Now!" Dro-Ridley thought to him self saying wow this guy is perfect for my plan but of course I dont need a talking blunder but I can use him. Dro-Ridley Wispered to his room mate "How would you like to get out of here" he noded. He told him this"Im going to play dead your going to go all crazy and ask for help," he noded again I knew he had my back.
"Guards," he screamed and was banging at the door "the other prissoner is dieing he needs help." The two guards looked at each other and went into there cell came near Dro-Ridley's body and said "I guess we dont have to kill him after all tomorrow," Dro-Ridley Struck he used both his needles and stabed both of the guards on the neck. They fell unconsiouse or you could call it a deep sleep. You see by stabing the Spinal Cord in a certain area you could cause they brain to no longer send signels to rest of the body and so it falls asleep or Dro-Ridley figured sleepy time needle technic. They would stay asleep aslong as the needs stayed in place. "Now to get out of this dump," I said to my room mate. "Now take there uniforms off and lets go," My roomate still stuned did as he was told I told him "now get out of here Im going to be getting to a hidding place you get home to your family."
Still in the uniform of the guard he aslo took the guards hammer. He had to get to the armory and get back his hooked daggers he got from his
Master Tahnu and they had slain a great Kurzick leader named Yuri Vasburg many a luxon would pay high price from them. He was hated by all Kurzicks after that day. That and also he needed to drink some of his potion to feel better or he may go into his fit again.
He was able to get back every thing that belonged to him and stashed it away out side of town but suddenly he was called upon by a soldier of the Ascalonian Army he said to me "Hey you you're coming with me to help with watch duty," he said with a smile on my face "You never know when some rogue group of people will attack so we need all the guards we can get tonight." I thought to my self that maby I could hide here aslong as thows guards dont wake up wich will be coming any time then they will all go looking for me. Ill leave tomorrow under the cover of night. Take my stuff and leave. "What could happen," I chuckled to my self "sure im in." He thought to him self what the chances of a raid to night any ways so he slipped his daggers into his boots and took off for the town. Later he relized he was better of leaving while he still could.
Brother Doug
Griel slowly turned his head back towards the gruff voice that had startled him. It couldn’t be…how could he have found him here? Besides, he hadn’t seen him in years. Noticing nobody at first, Griel inclined his head lower towards the ground and noticed the face of his old friend, Throrin.
“What are you doing down here, of all places? You crazy dwarf, good to see you again.” Giving a chuckle, he patted the half-dwarf on his helmet, then lowered his voice to a whisper. Only Throrin could hear him now.
“You, of all people, should know my game. I’m going by ‘Lee Feng’ here. I’m an adventurer that was in this raid, or whatever it is, for the money. Of course,” he said, smiling to himself, “that last bit’s true. And also, there’s the small fact that what’s-his-name over there, the one who just shouted, is most likely my new target. Know anything about him?” The assassin gestured over to the patchy elementalist with a bony arm, continuing to follow the ranger woman in front by about fifteen paces.
“Listen. If you don’t want me getting stabbed by every sword in this city, you’d probably want to keep quiet about my…occupation. Remember that I’m an adventurer here, not…you know. Nobody else here knows, saving you I guess. Now, let’s keep walking.” Griel gave a slight nod of his head and continued onward. He began to speak normally again as he walked. “Oh, and I’m fine. Thanks for asking, tiny.” He laughed at his own poor attempt at a joke, then kept following.
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(Heh, much shorter that time. I couldn't think of much. I know I'm not leading this thing, but I think we're pretty much full to bursting. With two people playing at least two characters, that makes ten total. Ten people!
That's quite a lot in an RP like this. Not saying that we can't do it, but it's going to be hard to balance. I'd suggest we stop taking people in and close it off to everyone else. Um, sorry? 
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“What are you doing down here, of all places? You crazy dwarf, good to see you again.” Giving a chuckle, he patted the half-dwarf on his helmet, then lowered his voice to a whisper. Only Throrin could hear him now.
“You, of all people, should know my game. I’m going by ‘Lee Feng’ here. I’m an adventurer that was in this raid, or whatever it is, for the money. Of course,” he said, smiling to himself, “that last bit’s true. And also, there’s the small fact that what’s-his-name over there, the one who just shouted, is most likely my new target. Know anything about him?” The assassin gestured over to the patchy elementalist with a bony arm, continuing to follow the ranger woman in front by about fifteen paces.
“Listen. If you don’t want me getting stabbed by every sword in this city, you’d probably want to keep quiet about my…occupation. Remember that I’m an adventurer here, not…you know. Nobody else here knows, saving you I guess. Now, let’s keep walking.” Griel gave a slight nod of his head and continued onward. He began to speak normally again as he walked. “Oh, and I’m fine. Thanks for asking, tiny.” He laughed at his own poor attempt at a joke, then kept following.
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(Heh, much shorter that time. I couldn't think of much. I know I'm not leading this thing, but I think we're pretty much full to bursting. With two people playing at least two characters, that makes ten total. Ten people!
That's quite a lot in an RP like this. Not saying that we can't do it, but it's going to be hard to balance. I'd suggest we stop taking people in and close it off to everyone else. Um, sorry? )
Miho Hyroshi
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It had been a few hours ago since Miho Hyroshi had scared of the misshaped savages. More creatures had crossed her path meanwhile, but those did not make any hostile moves. They preferred to stay in their secure hideouts, still impressed by the evil presence among them. Miho felt their eyes watching her, but she had already wasted enough time to these vile mutants. Besides that, she had the feeling she was walking in circles. But on the other side... everything looked the same down here. No points of recognition, no signs of human life, nothing!
As if Grenth himself had heard her thoughts, Miho saw a flashy light far in front of her. The light lasted for only a few seconds, but long enough to reveal its origin. It had been the glimmering of a cold metal in the form of a scythe. Mostly a scythe is a sign for trouble, Miho remembered from her visits to the lands of the golden sun. A scythe is always surrounded by death. The problem is, you never know whose death.
'Its better if I stay a bit in the dark and let the other make the first move,' Miho thought.
It only took a few minutes until she heard a loud male voice saying:
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Originally Posted by Dro-Ridley Wyvern
It had been a few hours ago since Miho Hyroshi had scared of the misshaped savages. More creatures had crossed her path meanwhile, but those did not make any hostile moves. They preferred to stay in their secure hideouts, still impressed by the evil presence among them. Miho felt their eyes watching her, but she had already wasted enough time to these vile mutants. Besides that, she had the feeling she was walking in circles. But on the other side... everything looked the same down here. No points of recognition, no signs of human life, nothing!
As if Grenth himself had heard her thoughts, Miho saw a flashy light far in front of her. The light lasted for only a few seconds, but long enough to reveal its origin. It had been the glimmering of a cold metal in the form of a scythe. Mostly a scythe is a sign for trouble, Miho remembered from her visits to the lands of the golden sun. A scythe is always surrounded by death. The problem is, you never know whose death.
'Its better if I stay a bit in the dark and let the other make the first move,' Miho thought.
It only took a few minutes until she heard a loud male voice saying:
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But this thought was quickly replaced by another.
How does this person know where I am? I am hidden in the shade!
A creepy feeling rolled over her spinal. When she visited the lands of the golden sun she had met a tribe consisting of powerful, holy warriors. These holy warriors were able to sense dark magics, like Miho was able to sense powers opposite from her. But Miho did not sense divine powers in this person. The person even seemed a little bit frightened. Questions followed by answers went through Mihos mind.
Could this be a holy warrior? No, I would sense his divine powers.
Who is it then? A bounty hunter, adventurer or explorer?
But what if he is a holy warrior?
And what is he doing here, so far from his homelands? Hunting, adventuring or exploring.
Why is this person frightened? Maybe he cannot sense the source of the dark magics.
Her answers were not satisfying and mostly guesses. The only way to know the truth would be speaking to him.
‘Hello brave man, you are the first human being I have seen around here.’ Miho said while staying in the shade.
‘I am wondering… Are there any communities around here, where I could find some rest and a good meal.’
Miho did not believe this man formed any treath for her, so she started walking out of the shade and towards the man.
‘My name is Miho, Miho Hyroshi. I am a servant of Grenth. May I ask you who you are?'
Miho waited for a reply from the man with the scythe.
Goats17
"Of course, Lee. I remember that one....The Krytan prince was taken by him wasn't he? I was put on that case you know. Probably what saved you. Anyway, the man's name is Gernus Benton, he's been stirring up trouble and my 'brother' Kratos thought it'd be a good idea if someone took a around down here. Same rules as all the other jobs I've been present for go then? Need a rowdy distraction or something, give the signal. Other than that, I think it's a good idea to mingle. I'll see is the Ascalon Ale can match up to what I've been raised with.....Remember, Maguuma Lives," Throrin whispered back, then said louder, " Always good to hear a friend is doing good. Remember to stay near me on the raiding field, always good to have a REAL weapon, not those tiny things you call daggers. Now where are we going?"
Throrin kept following the ranger for a few more minutes with Griel, then stopped. Turning, he noticed a monk. He was dressed in a very intricate robe, very obviously Canthan. He wondered if he knew anything about why either him or Griel was in this hole, then dismissed the thought and ran after his friend. They were both there to accomplish the same job...almost. There was some royalty hidden within this camp and if his brother was to launch his takeover or Ascalon, all who had a bloodright to the throne had to be 'dealt' with.
Throrin kept following the ranger for a few more minutes with Griel, then stopped. Turning, he noticed a monk. He was dressed in a very intricate robe, very obviously Canthan. He wondered if he knew anything about why either him or Griel was in this hole, then dismissed the thought and ran after his friend. They were both there to accomplish the same job...almost. There was some royalty hidden within this camp and if his brother was to launch his takeover or Ascalon, all who had a bloodright to the throne had to be 'dealt' with.
The Thing
((OOC - Okay, a few points to make here:
- I'm afraid Doug's right; we have quite a few people in now, and any more would make things a bit too hectic, especially since everyone is in the introductary stage. So, sorry but anyone else wanting to join will have to hold off for now.
- Dro-Ridley, please try to stick to either first or third-person tense. You're mixing both and it can get a bit confusing (what with your 3 characters and all).
- Miho, in your last paragraph you're bordering on controlling Dro-Ridley's character. That's fine if you talked to him about it beforehand, but if not please try to refrain from doing this.))
IC: Ivy looked back to see the shrouded man and the dwarf whispering amongst themselves. She stumbled upon the first steps of a descending staircase with a low yelp and leaped down the stairs to avoid tripping down. She landed softly in a crouch, feline, like; only to hear a deep voice chuckle, "Well, aren't you an eager lass!" The source was a huge bear of a man clad in heavy platemail, blackened to reduce shine. He peered at her from between long golden tresses with a single gray eye, the other sporting a huge scar underneath an eyepatch. Behind the warrior, a young squire gazed shyly at the ranger, holding onto a sword almost as tall as him.
Around them, the large square hall echoed the clanking of a few passing soldiers. If the barracks were always this empty, it was no surprise that they needed outsiders to recruit. The huge man spoke again, "So let us speak of your abilities. What is it you do aside from gracefully jumping down stairways?" Ivy patted the bow near her shoulder, "I shoot stuff and make it dead." The warrior grinned, "Short and to the point. Good, good."
- I'm afraid Doug's right; we have quite a few people in now, and any more would make things a bit too hectic, especially since everyone is in the introductary stage. So, sorry but anyone else wanting to join will have to hold off for now.
- Dro-Ridley, please try to stick to either first or third-person tense. You're mixing both and it can get a bit confusing (what with your 3 characters and all).
- Miho, in your last paragraph you're bordering on controlling Dro-Ridley's character. That's fine if you talked to him about it beforehand, but if not please try to refrain from doing this.))
IC: Ivy looked back to see the shrouded man and the dwarf whispering amongst themselves. She stumbled upon the first steps of a descending staircase with a low yelp and leaped down the stairs to avoid tripping down. She landed softly in a crouch, feline, like; only to hear a deep voice chuckle, "Well, aren't you an eager lass!" The source was a huge bear of a man clad in heavy platemail, blackened to reduce shine. He peered at her from between long golden tresses with a single gray eye, the other sporting a huge scar underneath an eyepatch. Behind the warrior, a young squire gazed shyly at the ranger, holding onto a sword almost as tall as him.
Around them, the large square hall echoed the clanking of a few passing soldiers. If the barracks were always this empty, it was no surprise that they needed outsiders to recruit. The huge man spoke again, "So let us speak of your abilities. What is it you do aside from gracefully jumping down stairways?" Ivy patted the bow near her shoulder, "I shoot stuff and make it dead." The warrior grinned, "Short and to the point. Good, good."
Dro-Ridley Wyvern
(im going to stick to First person because its easiest for me specialy because ive never done this before that and also I dont mind Miho taking a little control of my character for a little bit. As long as it fits the story line and sounds good. Besides Ill talk to her some time and we can do somthing nice.)
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My name is Miho, Miho Hyroshi. I am a servant of Grenth. May I ask you who you are
that and also I dont mind Miho taking a little control of my character for a little bit. As long as it fits the story line and sounds good. Besides Ill talk to her some time and we can do somthing nice.)Quote:
"Hello dear women," I think she wont bit... "The names Kraid, Kraid Maelwaedd, In elona I was well know as The Questus of Grenth's Rectus Manus," He laughed in his cold biserker way "I can tell that you're confused it's old text it means The Profit of Grenth's Right Hand."
I watched her come closer then I explained what I used to do "I use to be a judge, for my god on earth, by sending the unworthy to Grenth's judgment himself," I woundered her next reaction would be then I relized that she had a scar that only ment she had true attunment to grenth. So maby she is higher then a servant. I decided that Id show her the town since she didn't attack him, "Alright come with me my friend and i'll get you food, water, and a roof over your head." He took his scythe to his Shoulder and lead her to the town.
Dro-Ridley Wyvern
Azrael Wyvern was walking down the long narrow passage way when he saw an omen. A rat ran past with a shiny gold piece and ran into a hole. I think that was a bad omen. As a child Azrael was very superstitious. Hm I think one of these people are a rat. He knew how to read a omen wich was taut to him by his mother.
Alright so now I need to find the rat before some one get hurt or worse. Last thing I want is to see my highered man getting killed before the payoff. Otherwise he wouldn't care if he was thrown of a cliff. Maby its the guy with the bad hair due. That ugly haired man was talking to that small man, but he couldnt hear him.
Alright Im going to show this assassin what im capable of... Maby I should start by blowing him up a air vent... no to messy. Ill catch him during the battle and teach him not to mess with are boss or maby somthing much worse. Break some bones so he never be a problem again. After a long thought I had a plan so evil he could declare myself pure evil. He chuckled to himself but his humor was short lived when he heard the captain, "Azrael stop day dreaming and do your job," he had that anouing look on his face again "What dont you rember your my body guard start guarding now."
I wasn't imbarest I answered "A dream lies in many forms," I sat down and started drinking a bottle of water. Then I started fixing my staff so it be more strait. It started making a odd sound that was very anouing to every one the captain reply was "Knock it off and get in line with rest of these guys, im going to start role call soon." I finished off my weapon tunning by using my Air magic with water magic to make wind and sent it flying. It went flying everyware people lost there helmts, shields, and basicly and thing that wasn't stationed on the floor. The small dwarven looking mans cap was riped right from his back. The only person that was lifted off the floor was a squire. He went flying into a barrel of ale. All I could say was "oops."
Alright so now I need to find the rat before some one get hurt or worse. Last thing I want is to see my highered man getting killed before the payoff. Otherwise he wouldn't care if he was thrown of a cliff. Maby its the guy with the bad hair due. That ugly haired man was talking to that small man, but he couldnt hear him.
Alright Im going to show this assassin what im capable of... Maby I should start by blowing him up a air vent... no to messy. Ill catch him during the battle and teach him not to mess with are boss or maby somthing much worse. Break some bones so he never be a problem again. After a long thought I had a plan so evil he could declare myself pure evil. He chuckled to himself but his humor was short lived when he heard the captain, "Azrael stop day dreaming and do your job," he had that anouing look on his face again "What dont you rember your my body guard start guarding now."
I wasn't imbarest I answered "A dream lies in many forms," I sat down and started drinking a bottle of water. Then I started fixing my staff so it be more strait. It started making a odd sound that was very anouing to every one the captain reply was "Knock it off and get in line with rest of these guys, im going to start role call soon." I finished off my weapon tunning by using my Air magic with water magic to make wind and sent it flying. It went flying everyware people lost there helmts, shields, and basicly and thing that wasn't stationed on the floor. The small dwarven looking mans cap was riped right from his back. The only person that was lifted off the floor was a squire. He went flying into a barrel of ale. All I could say was "oops."
Miho Hyroshi
OOC:
First I want to apoligize to Dro-Ridley Wyvern for bordering on controlling his character. I edited my post a bit so it no longer controls his character
Secondly, me and Dro-Ridley Wyvern are working on a great post! We are working via private messages, so it is a bit slow. Besides this, we live on the other side of the world with different timezones, which does not help either. But I hope it will work out to a smooth, nice post. I am not going to spoil the thema or event that will occur, but it will be awesome
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Originally Posted by Dro-Ridley Wyvern
First I want to apoligize to Dro-Ridley Wyvern for bordering on controlling his character. I edited my post a bit so it no longer controls his character
Secondly, me and Dro-Ridley Wyvern are working on a great post! We are working via private messages, so it is a bit slow. Besides this, we live on the other side of the world with different timezones, which does not help either. But I hope it will work out to a smooth, nice post. I am not going to spoil the thema or event that will occur, but it will be awesome
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At least she knew his name now and that he originaly came from Elona, the lands of the golden sun. It was almost for sure that this man was a holy warrior and it would explain the fact that Kraid could sense her dark powers. But the title the man gave at the end of his sentence overwhelmed Miho. She could only understand Grenth in the title 'The Questus of Grenth's Rectus Manus.' She guessed it was latin, but she could not know. Miho had never studied latin. The explanation Kraid gave was therefor more then welcome.
Quote: Originally Posted by Dro-Ridley Wyvern "I can tell that you're confused it's old text it means The Profit of Grenth's Right Hand." Miho Hyroshi was indeed confused and was also surprised that Kraid could read that from her scarred face. This title explained even more then his country of origin.
'The Prophet of Grenth's Right Hand,' Miho thought. 'No wonder I could not sense his divine powers! This man has only unholy powers, like myself. He is a Unholy warrior.'
A new idea came up in her mind:
'If I could make this man my ally, then I have someone who may help me complete my assignement from Grenth. He is a prophet of Grenth, so he should understand my visions.'
Kraid Maelwaedd stood still a few steps away from Miho. He seemed to study her face, which was not fully healed yet. Miho turned away her face so the scar became invisible for the man. Kraid started to speak again:
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Miho took a look at Kraid's scythe and thought to herself: 'What does this pathetic piece of flesh wants to do with Kraid's scythe?! The scythe is almost double his size and I am sure he has not the muscles to carry it!'|
Originally Posted by Dro-Ridley Wyvern
"Alright come with me my friend and i'll get you food, water, and a roof over your head."
'My friend?' Miho replied. 'I wish I could always make friends this fast!'
Kraid did not reply but he took his scythe to his shoulder and leaded her to a town. The town was pretty nearby. A sign with "Benton's Mound" on it showed Miho Hyroshi the name of the town. Miho and Kraid were soon enough inside after a few formalities at a well hidden gate with some townguards. Once inside Miho had the feeling that Kraid was wellknown in Benton's Mound. Folks passing by were greeting Kraid, but said nothing to Miho. It was like she did not exist in their eyes. But Miho knew better. People did not want to get in contact with her, because they were frightened by her presence. 'Humans are almost the same as fleeing creatures after a battle. After you slayed one of them, they ignore you. But humans know when to ignore someone, before one of them needs to be slayed. This is the only difference between humans and creatures.' Miho thought to herself. 'I hope Kraid knows a good inn in this ants nest.' Miho kept following Kraid through the town...
Dro-Ridley Wyvern
(Out of thought ummm what is the light source down here in the catacombs any ways?)
We finaly hit the town. Miho was still behind me. She was quit nice looking once you get her into some light. She wasn't pale like other necromancers I knew. I was about to go into The Gold Devourer. The best inn in town wich isn't saying much. Until some one called my name. It was that dang group of punks again. Markis and his "gang" had come to pick a fight with him. Markis said in his anouing kind of weasel voice, "Kraid Maelwaedd we challenge you to a fight for that scythe of yours." My scythe is a Ornate Scythe given to me by my family. My family was killed by a giant wurm while going to the Temple of Grenth in Lornar's Pass. I luckly survived by using this scythe to mow down any thing that got in my way. This caused my mind to change more maturely at a early age. After long years of training I was able to find a way to get revenge for his parents. You see the creature that killed my parents was no other then Maw the Moutain Heart. This beast was nearly imposable to hunt down. So I had a plan to get him to come all the way to this town by a means that was declaired traitorist but, he will not do this until the time was right. He was going to have his nephiew and son help to kill him first. Unfortently his nephiew was capture before he could do it. His son was about to go on a raid that only Grenth knew where. Markis has asked for his own distruction because now he was angry. Markis kept talking "Well we want the scythe now hand it over or well beat you to a pulp," he looked at his group for moral support and then said, "Every one talks about how powerful you are but, any one who askes for a fight never get one. I think your nothing but a conartist trying to earn money threw just intimidation. Well I think its time for us to fin-." That second I struck them. I punched them all in the stomachs. While he was talking I enchanted my self with my usual spells. Grenths Finger's and Grenth's Grasp. They all screamed then in panic they tried to run away but they couldn't. Then I explained to them what my attack just did, "I just used Grenth's Grasp on you." I smiled to my self and started explaing it to them, "you see this powerfull spell makes you parlized and so you can't move," I laughed in my trymuphiant win even thow it was a small one and then I said, "You're lucky im not going to kill you today. You want to know why. Well look behind me. You see that women." They all nodded at my gesture then I said, "I dislike killing people in front of them they fine it grotesque but, this one may want to make minions out of you, so be gone with you and your friends." I let them go from my spell they were starting to flee slowly then I turned around and said, "boo!" they ran like the cowards they were. I turned around and looked to see Miho watching then I said to her, "Here is some gold to get you a room for one night here at The Golden Devourer," and with that he left her for towns bar. (I would like to say that the actual skill Grenth's Grasp doesnt parlized them it just makes them run much slower then normal so basicly they are parlized)
Symeon
Cleopas continued to follow the others who had signed up, thinking about his purpose in joining the expedition and about how to introduce himself to his fellows. At one point he noticed the warrior in front turn to look at him, but the warrior quickly turned about and ran ahead again. Looking up at the barracks that they were walking towards, he caught sight of a female ranger just passing through the doorway. He wondered if there were any more ahead of her, or behind himself. He glanced over his shoulder, but could not see anyone else following, although he did notice a strange-looking hooded man accompanied by a female necromancer walking across the town square.
The warrior and the shady-looking man had almost reached the barracks, and Cleopas decided to run ahead and catch up with them. If he was too far behind, he might lose sight of them inside the large barracks building, which presumably contained several different rooms. WHOOSH! All of a sudden, a huge blast of wind tore through the street right in front of him. He could barely see the other two a short distance ahead; the shady-looking man was holding tightly onto the warrior's cape as helmets, shields, barrels and pieces of paper flew all around them. Presently the cape ripped and the carnage settled. Cleopas scratched his head, then shrugged and concluded that the cause of the blast was not worth pondering. He continued to run towards the barracks, and reached the other two a short distance before the doorway. They turned, hearing him puffing behind them, and with a friendly smile, Cleopas began to introduce himself: "Greetings. I believe I am to accompany you on this expedition to the surface. My name is Cleopas, and my magic will protect you in battle and heal your wounds."
Miho Hyroshi
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Originally Posted by Dro-Ridley Wyvern
After passing the towns square, a skinny man - with a voice like a weasel and a few friends - walked towards Miho and Kraid and said: Quote: |
While the man with a voice like a weasel spoke to Kraid, Miho noticed a light, cold breeze. The breeze seemed to originate from Kraid, which had now a light, dark aura surrounding his body.
'This could become interesting'
The next few moments went like a flash before Miho's eyes. The man and his comrades all took a punch in the stomach from the blunt side of Kraid's scythe. Terrified by the fact that they made Kraid angry, they tried to run away. It was amuzing to see that neither of them could move a feet away from Kraid. Kraid seemed also amuzed and said:
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'This cannot be coincidence,' Miho thought. 'I am sended to a community to complete an assignement of Grenth and the first person I meet has Grenth's favor! Kraid could become much more then an ally, if I play it smart.'
Kraid seemed to be in a good mood, because he let the cowards alive. If Miho had been in Kraid's footsteps then all would have died. A slowly and painful dead of course
'There is no place for weaklings like them, in a world like this.... Although their corpses are more then welcome in this world.'
kraid turned around to me and said:
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"Here is some gold to get you a room for one night here at The Golden Devourer"
Before Miho could thank Kraid for his kindness, Kraid walked away to a bar. Probably to think about his encounter with Miho or drink away his sorrows. Miho Hyroshi first wanted to follow Kraid to the bar, but then realized she would seem ungrateful. It was time to eat and rest a bit, gather her strenghts back. Afterwards she would think of some way, to make Kraid her companion.
'Maybe having a drink in the bar with Kraid and having a good conversation would earn his trust.' Miho walked to the front door of The Golden Devourer and entered with nothing else in her mind then the tasty food she would eat this day.
Brother Doug
WHOOOSH!
Griel ducked as a huge blast of wind came flying at him, seemingly out of nowhere. Holding tight to his daggers to make sure they didn’t fly away with the breeze, he watched as the column of air tore the street apart. Helmets, shields, pieces of paper, everything went flying in every which direction. Griel reached out blindly, catching what appeared to be Throrin’s cape judging from the turtle shape sewn onto it. In an instant, the windstorm was over. The townspeople looked very frazzled. Looking around, he heard a solitary voice from a group of what seemed to be guards. “Oops.” ‘Oops? That thing might’ve taken my head off!’ Griel thought. He grumbled, giving the torn cape to Throrin. “You might want a tailor to fix that…” Muttering to himself, he did not notice when a friendly-looking monk strode up to the pair, his Canthan robes hanging loose. “Greetings,” he said. “I believe I am to accompany you on this expedition to the surface. My name is Cleopas, and my magic will protect you in battle and heal your wounds.” Griel raised a questioning eyebrow towards the monk. “I’m sorry, do I know you? Ah, never mind.” Griel blew off the notion, realizing that he’d probably seen most everyone in Cantha at one time or another. His job had taken him to all across the land, and he’d seen…and killed…a vast multitude of people along the way. “Anyway, it’s a pleasure. Name’s Lee Feng. I’m an adventurer from Keinang Center. I’ve traveled all over. Even got me a glimpse at Kuunavang herself!” Griel suddenly stopped to cough loudly. “Gods! Curse this underground air. A poison on the lungs, in my opinion.” Griel blew some of the dust away from his face, his coughs growing softer. His head suddenly jerked up, as if he had remembered something important. “Oh, right! You mentioned healing, you say?” Griel raised a finger, showing that he remembered. “Thank you for the offer, sir, but I believe some people may be in more need of your services than others may. Like, say that man over there…” Griel jerked his thumb off in the direction of the now unconscious scribe, who had been knocked into a barrel of ale when the gust of wind. Giving a slight laugh, Griel continued onward into the massive Barracks. OOC: Thing, I didn't know if you wanted to do anything else before I moseyed on in. So I'll wait a bit before I enter. Oh, and I think everyone knows this, but...Nobody, aside from Throrin, knows that Griel is an assassin. To everyone else, I'm an explorer. I think everyone got that point across, but this is just to make sure.
Dro-Ridley Wyvern
(Ill get to changing all the assassin remarks to Ungly man
)Kraid Maelwaedd entered the bar and said to the bar tender, "I want your strongest drink now," the bar tendered applied and gave him dwarven ale in a barrel, the strongest ale known to man kind, he took the drink and sat on a chair and drank. During his drinking a man appeared that he known since he got here and was his friend. His name was a secert but I still considered him a friend. I named him was Glacialis, wich means in latin frozen. He gave me any new information he could use and brought it to him for a price. Kraid greeted his friend with the usual "Hey budy," he laughed, he was half drunk now, "Hows it going." Glacialis looked at me with motionless eyes and sat next to me and then he shared his information. "Hey Kraid I have information about your employers." I was instently intrieged and brought 50g and threw it to the table. Glacialis looked up with a small smile then started giving information to me, "First off your employer has been highering more people to take more goods from the upperworlders. Here is a list of names and what they look like." I started to read them off, "Lee Fang, A "ranger", Timot Holystrike, Throrin Oakenshield, and Cleopas the Blessed." All I could think was... wow don't people name there kids right any more. Then Glacialis started talking again, "Not so loud Kraid. Talk in your head. Here is some more information. Your Employer has been smuggling goods and paying large sums of money to people. Here is the list of things being smuggled plus his other payment." I started reading them off in my head. 2 tones of wood and Iron, then 500 pounds of black powder, 65 rare specias of animal named dredge, and payments to a gang called... The Weasels ran by Markis. Glacialis started talking once more, "I know that some of these things seem harmless but I find it suspicious." All I did was hand him 600g pieces and sent him away. Some time latter I would pay Markis and friends a visit and find out why he was getting payments from his Employer. Kraid Maelwaedd doesnt like to be doubled crossed. He continued his thinking and drinking.
Dro-Ridley Wyvern
Azrael was chewed out for what he did but some how snuck away from the Captain. He looked around and found the Ugly Haired man coming close. This was my chance. I started by greeting the man.
"Hello there the name is Azrael Wyvern," I smiled to my self "Most people call me Azrael The Ventus Mage." I started making a wind orb in my hand just in case he tried doing somthing stupied. I made sure that he saw it. This wind orb was created by my self while training. Its like being hit by a Wurm Siege strait in the face. It can be quite deadly if you where to drop it accidentally, to yourself and the people around you. "Whats your name worry traveler?" I laughed to my self and asked, "I hope you like it here." With that I pulled out a delicous looking apple. It could make any one mouth water then I looked at the ugly haired man and said, "Would you like a APPLE OF DOOM!"
Goats17
"Ah bugger. At least it served a purpose getting ripped. Would have made me mad if it didn't at least help someone. I'll get that fixed soon, until then, out come the designed pauldrons. Anyway, you there. Monk. What did you say your name was? Your clothes look Kurzick, and although I've given up our whole bloodrivalry, I'll still kill you if you are a member of the Vasburg family, I'll chop your bloody head off now. But enough with the violence. I payed a little attention when that guy was writing our names down. It looks like Griel, you, that Ranger who just went into the Barracks and I are all going to be in the same unit.of course, there was 2 more slots left when I left, so counting you Monkypants, there's still one more person coming with us. I wonder who....."
Throrin stopped at this point to put his pauldrons on and let the Canthan Monk speak. While he pulled of the ones he had on, removed the ornately designed Enlightened Turtle design from his bag and attached them to his shoulders, the monk started to speak.
Dro-Ridley Wyvern
Not to sound anouing but no one should know Griels real name and proffetion. Goats You just gave his name away.
I renamed all my assassins to Ugly haired guy.
Brother Doug
OOC: No worries, Dro and Goats. Actually, that will work fine. I can easily incorporate that into the RP.
IC: Griel couldn’t help but burst out laughing. After a few moments, Griel stopped to catch his breath. Grinning at the mage, Griel replied, “You’re the one who sent that gust of wind my way, aren’t you? Well you, my good man, must be completely insane. That’s an apple of…doom, was it?” Griel snickered some more. “Ah, of course. And here’s my pet purple Moa bird!” Griel grinned, gesturing to the air around him. “Come on, Harvey. We have to go inside! There may be more lunatics out here.” Giving another sound guffaw, Griel walked away, back towards the barracks. ‘They sure do keep some odd people down here…good entertainment value, though. That apple did look quite tasty.’ Griel licked his lips hungrily as he approached the massive barracks. Suddenly, Griel’s eyes widened. Unless his ears had deceived him, he had just heard the name ‘Griel’ being spoken somewhere close by. Throrin! ‘That stupid dwarf! He’s forgotten already? Hmph.’ Griel crossed his arms and sighed. He then put his hand to his forehead, rubbing his temples. ‘Maybe it was just a slip of the tongue. Easily forgotten. Calm down, Griel.’ Not wanting to draw any more attention to himself, Griel wandered inside the barracks, where he would meet up with whoever this ‘Captain of the Guard’ was. The assassin entered, almost tripping over a staircase that led down to a seemingly bare room. Standing inside with him was a puny-looking scribe, the fit ranger from before, and whom Griel guessed to be the captain, a giant of a man with a deep, rumbling laugh that he let out as soon as Griel walked up to him. “Why, look at this one! Can you even lift a broadsword, lad?” the captain grinned. Griel smirked back at him, deciding that it would be safe to show his weapons here. “I don’t have to. I have these.” With that, Griel pulled out his twin daggers. Finely crafted, they weren’t as short as usual daggers, and not as long as a pirate’s rapier. A perfect middle ground, that allowed for deadly strikes from mid-close range. Two slithering emerald serpents wrapped around the hilts of the blades, as if preparing to strike with their long fangs. Showing off a bit, possibly for the ranger, Griel spun his blades around in mid-air, then crossed his arms and re-sheathed them with a sly smile. “The name’s Lee Feng. Glad to be in the service, sir.” Eyeing the ranger with an intense curiosity, Griel gave a courteous bow and spoke up again. “And just who, may I ask, are you, miss?”
Dro-Ridley Wyvern
Yes most people considered Azrael Wyvern insane, but this Lee guy was smarter then the average man. You see Azrael was well known for the apple of doom weapon. Azrael ate the apple and joined the rest of the people in the barracks.
He was going to use his Apple of Doom latter in the raid. I finialy entered the barracks and listion to the captain speak to Lee. Then out of no where he heard the captain speak to him, "Azrael you will be teamed with this Lee fellow," Ugh but he has such ugly hair. The Captain continued, "You both seem to have the same sense of humor. So you will be joing the unit he is in. You'll be doing your specialty. That and also your going to be the only one that knows the map to this place the best." The Captain wispered somthing into the scribe ear. All I could pick up was the word "Insane" wich he would have found effensive if he hadn't eaten before coming. The captain waiting for a comback asked, All I said was "I demand 6 apples and ill do it." The captained Gestured to the Paige to bring what I needed. Out I no where I said, "And a watermelon the beggiest you got," every one in the room had a scared face on them except the new people who just signed up. They complied to Azrael request. I put all of the apples in my coat and tied the watermelon to my back. After that I sat down and went to sleep. OOC: Im going to have him take a nap until we actualy start going out to the raid.
Goats17
OOC: Doh! Shoot. I forgot. Anyway, it's all been smoothed over with Doug's post. I'll write up some tomorrow, need sleep now.
Symeon
“I’m sorry, do I know you? Ah, never mind,” replied the pale-looking man. “Anyway, it’s a pleasure. Name’s Lee Feng. I’m an adventurer from Keinang Center. I’ve traveled all over. Even got me a glimpse at Kuunavang herself!”
Cleopas was surprised by the man's friendliness; he had expected him to be just as shady in personality as in appearance. “Oh, right! You mentioned healing, you say? Thank you for the offer, sir, but I believe some people may be in more need of your services than others may. Like, say that man over there…” Lee jerked his thumb in the direction of an unconscious squire, who had been knocked into a barrel of ale when the gust of wind hit. Laughing, he then wandered off into the barracks, leaving Cleopas to help the poor man. Before he could do so, the short warrior started speaking to him. "You there, monk. What did you say your name was? Your clothes look Kurzick, and although I've given up our whole bloodrivalry, I'll still kill you if you are a member of the Vasburg family, I'll chop your bloody head off now. But enough with the violence. I payed a little attention when that guy was writing our names down. It looks like Griel, you, that Ranger who just went into the Barracks and I are all going to be in the same unit. Of course, there was 2 more slots left when I left, so counting you Monkypants, there's still one more person coming with us. I wonder who....." Cleopas watched for a moment as the warrior began putting on his pauldrons. He was slightly confused, for the warrior had mentioned a name he did not recognise. Who was Griel? He then realised that the warrior must have been referring to the shady man, who had given his name as Lee Feng. It was probably just his nickname, thought Cleopas. Knowing that the warrior was waiting for him to reply, he did so. "My name is Cleopas, and no, I am not related to the Vasburgs in any way. I am Ascalonian by birth, but through my adventures I discovered the Kurzicks of the Echovald. It was there I settled... after the defeat of Abaddon. I only recently returned here to..." he paused, realising he should not mention his family, and quickly thought up some other reason. "... to help my home country in a time of need." He glanced over at the unconscious squire, then said quickly, "I must help this man. I'll be back shortly." Unclipping his staff from his back, he walked over to the squire and lifted his head out of the barrel. Slumping him on the floor, Cleopas lifted his staff in the air and casted the elite spell 'Blessed Light'. This removed the Dazed condition from the squire as well as the hex caused by breathing in alcohol (Conjure Phantasm). The frothy ale in the squire's mouth and all over his face and neck disappeared, and he sat up, breathing heavily. Smiling, Cleopas patted the man on the shoulder and then moved back towards the barracks doorway. Seeing that the warrior had gone in, he went inside also. He stumbled down a staircase that led into a large but quite empty hall, and approached the others who were now speaking with the Captain of the Guard. He noticed another man in the room apart from the three he had already seen, the Captain and a scribe. Cleopas thought him to be a mage, but he was not sure. "Ah, you there," boomed the Captain. "A monk, I assume? It's always a pleasure to have a healer around." "Actually, I'm a protector," Cleopas replied. "All the same to me, as long as you can keep your friends alive." The Captain let out a rumbling laugh and turned away to speak with the scribe. Looking around, Cleopas noticed Lee playing with his daggers. He was talking to the ranger, who none of them had yet spoken to. Raising an eyebrow, Cleopas began smoothing over his staff with his hands as he listened to their conversation. The Thing
((ooc - Sorry for the momentary absence, and now on with the show!
Ah by the way, the light sources are mainly sunlight filtering through cracks in the ceiling, or lanterns both fire-lit or magical.)) Ivy glanced curiously at the obviously insane Fruity Mage, wondering what exactly he had in mind. She turned to face a newcomer as the Captain's great hearty laugh echoed in the empty hall. This man didn't seem like much at first, but he proved a certain worthiness in his quick and precise dagger movements. She graced him with a small style as he introduced himself as Lee Feng. She liked his style. Then he decided to speak up to her, "And just who, may I ask, are you miss?" She straightened a leather strap tied to her left arm, sporting three fangs and a sharp claw, memories of a lost companion. This simple movement gave her time to glance about the room, noting the warrior and monk that had joined them, and that the mage had seemingly dozed off. "If you need a name, Ivy will do. I'll have your backs," she said, tapping her bow, "Possibly also your fronts, if I need to scout. In fact, I wonder what you all will be needed for." ,she laughed. "Well, aren't we being the confident one." ,chimed in the Captain with a grumbling chuckle, "We'll be seeing everyone's real worth soon enough." He grabbed his broadsword's pommel from the squire's hands with an armored fist and easily hefted it up to rest on his shoulder. "By my one good eye, that's as many I 'twas told to expect. Follow along, I'll give you each your instructions." Glancing towards 'Lee', Ivy shrugged and fell in step. As the Captain checked up with a few soldier manning carts, she lowered her voice to ask the assassin, "So how exactly does such a rugged looking man come upon such fine things?" ,gesturing towards his daggers.
Dro-Ridley Wyvern
OOC: This is after every one had left the room to follow the captain.
Azrael was listioning to every thing around him. It may have seemed he was sleeping but in actuality he was going into a trance. After he comes out of a trance he becomes more... sane but down side is he has less of a heart. He literally becomes his name.(his name is a refrense to Azrael The Angel of Death) I broke out of my trance after the captain said to them to come and find out what they where going to do. I got up and kept walking but out of no where one of his fellow guards steped foward and grabed him by his soldier. He wispered somthing into my ear "You think you can take all the glory that rightfuly is mine. Me and my men have been here for years. You just joined us 4 months ago. We are sick and tired of sitting down here for days with out any action. I want to hurt some one. Maby it will be you." I yawned and pulled out a grap from my pocket. The mans reaction was nothing but humor. He said to me "What you going to do with that choke me to dea-" With that I shoved the grape into his mouth and left him. The guard and his friends suddenly started laughing. He then calpesed to the ground. One of the guards got up and checked his pulse. Then said "Hes dead." They all fell scilent. I couldn't help myself from laugh. The scilence made me look more insane. I loved it. I couldn't help myself so I said to the other guards, "Well would any of you like to speak out against your employer?" They all nodded no. With that I laughed more then I pulled out an apple. They all screamed and ran as fast as they could out of the room. The only one left in the room was the paige. I smiled my demon smile at him. He screamed and ran as well. I put the apple back into my pocket and followed the rest of them into the next room.
Miho Hyroshi
OOC:
Wow! I have had a very busy week and almost no time to check things out here. Now it is weekend with a clear sky and a hot burning sun Perfect weather to write something down! Sitting in the garden with my laptop on my knee. I am enjoying a cool glass of beer and waiting for inspiration. Here it comes!IC: Miho Hyroshi stepped into a bright room. A staircase, five tables - with on each table four chairs - and a doorway to another room were visible. A few persons were sitting around the tables talking and laughing out loud. On one table four persons were playing carts. Probably locals and visitors from other underground communities, Miho assumed. Straight forward was a counter and behind it a big man. Not big like huge or tall, but big in a more chubby way. The chubby man spoke to Miho: 'How may I help you, my lady?' 'One room for the night and a good, warm meal would be nice, Mister ....?' 'My friends call me Laren. I assume I can call you my friend, Miss....?' 'Hyroshi, Miho Hyroshi.' 'Can you pay for a room and a warm meal with gold, Miss Hyroshi?' Miho grabbed into her pocket to get the golden coins from Kraid. She showed the coins to the chubby man. The chubby man nodded. These were the coins he was looking for. 'Let me show you your room, Miss Hyroshi,' the chubby man said while he grabbed a key behind the counter. Both went upstairs using the staircase. Once upstairs there was a corridor with nine doors, four on each side and one at the end. The chubby man led Miho to the third door on the left. 'This will be your chamber for the night, Miss Hyroshi. Your meal will be ready thirty minutes from now. Can I expect you downstairs at that time?' 'I will be downstairs in thirty minutes Mister Laren.' Laren gave Miho the key to the chamber and went downstairs - probably to prepare Miho's meal. Miho entered the chamber. The chamber contained a bed, a closet and a table with one chair. A window, with view on the square, lighted up the chamber. Miho walked to the chair and placed it behind the window. Miho observed the people below her on the square and waited till the thirty minutes had past by. After thirty minutes Miho went downstairs. The chubby man went through the doorway in the back of the room, once he saw Miho coming. Miho sat down on a chair next to a table in a corner of the room. Other people were already eating from plates. Potatoes, fresh vegetables and even pieces of meat. The smell of all this food did make Miho's mouth water. The chubby man entered the room with a plate full with food. 'Have a nice meal, Miss Hyroshi.' 'Thank you, Mister Laren. I will surely enjoy this meal!' Laren gave Miho a big smile and walked back to the counter. Miho ate the food with much joy. When Miho had almost finished her meal, an old man entered the room. The old man had a very bent back and used a walking-stick to stay straight up. His clothes were torn and looked incredibly ancient, as if he had carried those since the origin of the world. He shuffled to Miho's table and started to talk against her with an old, cracking voice. 'Hello young lady. I see you are enjoying your meal. Can you spare me some gold, so I can enjoy one myself?' 'I am sorry old man, but I am not spending my money to feed someone else.' 'And if I know a way to earn your money? How about that?' The old man grinned. Miho did not like his smile on his face. It was a cunning, smart smile. Maybe this man knew more then you would think in the first place. He was certainly not an ordinary wanderer, begging for a meal. 'I do not want to be rude, but how can an old man earn my money? You cannot be of any use to me.' 'I see problems in your eyes. Something occupies your mind and makes you insane. Give me a golden coin and I will read your future in the palm of your hand.' Miho did not believe that someone could read the future, but the old man had attracted her attention. Perhaps he knew where Miho could complete her mission from Grenth. 'Okay old man, I will give you one golden coin if you tell me my future. But only if you promise me that you will leave afterwards and let me finish my meal.' The old man nodded and grabbed Miho's hand. He began drawing marks in the palm of her hand with his fingers. He followed the lines in Miho's hand and mumbled a bit into himself. After a while he looked into Miho's eyes and spoke: 'I was right about your troubled mind. Your future shows me even more trouble and problems, but also adventure and great treasures. Just keep in mind that you have to find peace with your past, before you start looking to the future.' The old man let Miho's hand go and raised his shoulders. 'That is it, young lady. I think I earned my golden coin, do I not?' 'I think this was a lousy prediction of my future. Every persons has its troubles and problems. And of course you saw my exotic clothes. One plus one is two and that explained why you think I will have an adventure.' 'How about my last sentence? "Keep in mind that you have to find peace with your past, before you start looking to the future." This sentence cannot be explained with rational thinking.' 'It is all fake in my opinion, but I hope you remember our agreement. I give you my golden coin and you leave me alone.' Miho took a golden coin out of her pocket and gave it to the old man. 'Mark my words, young lady! Let go of your past before concentrating on the future. Mark my words!' 'Leave me alone, old man. If you are still here when I finished my meal, then you will never spend that coin.' The old man was smart enough to leave quickly. Miho paid the chubby man for the meal and went upstairs to her chamber. The meal had done her well and now she needed to rest. Miho undressed herself and placed her clothes in the closet next to the bed. Miho turned away the white blankets and went into bed. It did not take long till she fell asleep. |