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Post by Roh on Aug 8, 2006 8:22:15 GMT -5
(OOC: This thread will be an independent roleplaying situation... completely unrelated to actual in-game activity, and if you want to talk out-of-character, just use OOC tags like I'm doing right now. This RP thread will help ease some people into roleplaying via forum... we'll take it slow. No PVP combat, please. We'll do that on a more advanced thread. If you have no idea what to do but you want to participate, just act like you're writing a book. But you only handle one character's perspective. Or you can write it as though you were in game, using asterisks for emotes. Just do whatever you're comfortable with.)
One fine day, a dark-armored man popped into Britain wielding a travel book. He rubbed his thick, blue beard thoughtfully as he strode over to the bench in front of the bank. Sitting down, joints strained and muscles groaned. It had been a long week and Roh was glad to finally rest. Yawning and looking upward to guess the time, Roh quickly leaned back into the darkness as the noonday sun began to sizzle into his extremely pale skin. "Razm frazm skin dye removing all pigmentation," he mumbled, rubbing a well-developed trapezius. That morning, waking up in his secluded snow-covered tower, Roh knew something bad would happen today. And he had an inkling that it would happen here in Britain. As the hustle and bustle of the day seemed to be taking place elsewhere, the old man began to nod off, enjoying the cool shade afforded by a nearby juniper bush.
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Post by Sev on Aug 25, 2006 11:44:31 GMT -5
Blinking back from the bright sunshine swallowing ground in wide strides of determination Ceylon,s destination had never seemed so far nay or so desperate. High afternoon humidity across the Dragonhame Mountains with not a wift of a breeze he approached the Spirit woods with cautious steady steps.. At last he cantered to the furthest Guardpost drowing his head in the nearest trough of luke warm water. "Fine steed that Sir" shouted the Guard above the crowd.."Good trade you,ll get for him when we can allow you into Town"
Sev pulled back his hood summising the paunchy affable guard.."Ceylon is not for trade & neither is my time we will pass now" If the guard had wished to protest..this was lost in the horror of the figure before him..twisted beyond hideous belief in an onslaught of agony not to be even considered remotely human.
"Ya"! slapping the horses rump..Sev scythed through the waiting border crowds..chuckling his warped twisted grin...He was used to his appearance carving a swift welcome & departure.
"On Ceylon"...lets give this done and over with he thought....
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Post by Achilles on Aug 25, 2006 21:26:24 GMT -5
Achilles looks up from another night alone, after many of those long days on boat and even more on land, since he left Troy. Achilles left the Greeks alone to their own fate. Achilles thinks "If only I have given Agamemnon what he deserved".
Achilles rides into the famed town of Britain, hungry and looking for a quick bite to eat. When he here's "Hey your not welcome here". Achilles turns ever so slightly and said, "are you talking to me", before he gets a chance to see this 7ft tall monster of a man looking down on him. The man Replies, "Yes I am talking to you get out of my town." Achilles stumbles, "I wish no trouble I have just come into town to get a quick bite to eat, and after I eat I will leave"
The man yells says, "No you will leave now, before I make you leave"
Achilles suprised at this mans braveness says, "No Sir I am not leaving, I wish to eat".
A strange man dressed in a dark shroud says, "Let the man eat, if you know what is good for you"
Achilles knows the voice and yells out, "Neoptolemus, You have come to me son"
Neoptolemus says, "yes father after the news of the great Achilles getting killed in Troy I knew it was not so, you just got fed up with that place".
The big bully of a man says, "A-a-a-a-Achilles, The one that slaid Sir Hictor of Troy the greatest of all trojans".
Achilles kindly repleys, "The one and only".
The man says, "I am sorry Sir If I had known I would not ha....."
Achilles, "Enough, you seem like a strong man, but why bully around, you can be more use to people if you joined Neoptolemus and I as we recreate our Greek Myrmidons"
The man says, "I am not worthy of you, I am Khayman."
Achilles says, "well Khayman welcome to the Greek Myrmidons, and remember bulling will get you now where here in this army, Now Neoptolemus tell me of you travels here and what has happened in Troy."
Before Neoptolemus speaks a dark cloud arises from the bright day.
Achilles says, "Oh not here, why here these people here are not ready for this kind of a battle"...............
to be continued (I guess maybe some may tell I am a drama major with all the dialogue.)
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Post by Achilles on Aug 25, 2006 21:31:13 GMT -5
sorry i put some in game into it, hope it's ok
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Post by Roh on Aug 25, 2006 22:11:18 GMT -5
Roh, hearing a bar fight in the tavern across the road, started to get up and arm his shield, but as his shield's edge scraped the bench under him, a great blast of thunder shook the bank. Startled, Roh muttered, "Kal Vas Flam" and held an open palm before him as he stood and stalked under a tree. Just as he had thought, two dark forms manifested in the air above the cobblestones and dropped heavily onto the bank. They were there only a moment before they kicked down parts of the south wall and trampled the benches and juniper bushes. One burst into flame as Roh flicked his wrist to draw his kryss, but it wasn't fazed. Shouting above the noise of a windstorm approaching, Roh leapt onto the unharmed foe and stabbed it repeatedly, but the demon angrily threw Roh aside, the warrior sliding into the nearby moat. Opening his eyes to the all-too-familiar bottom of the moat, Roh teleported behind the demons, which were stomping toward him and cast an equine statuette to the ground. A dark unicorn burst into existence as Roh charged the demons again, shouting, "Whisper, guard!" The unicorn reared and whinnied excitedly before thundering forward as Roh shouted a flustered war cry. The burned demon's ethereal fist sent Roh into the west wall of the bank, and his hands flew around his broken ribs with white cloths as he stood again. Renewed, Roh leapt atop Whisper and struck the ethereal foe in its gaunt belly, spilling strange ichor all over Donation Chests. Wondering if he was to be fined for destruction of public property in defense of the kingdom, Roh cut the ethereal demon in half just in time for the other demon to break Whisper's rear legs. Rider and unicorn came down in the bloody grass, but the unicorn vanished just before the demon made the killing blow. Roh rolled aside and teleported to the top of the bank as he dropped another small form, shouting, "Lowrider, my friend, kill that thing!" This time, a blue unicorn came into being in unison with a blast of lightning nearby - the lightning blast which flew from the ethereal demon below into Roh's chest. Again, the angered adventurer found himself soaring through the air. He checked his timepiece as he fell through the roof of the jeweler's office. The startled jeweler mouthed speechlessly in fright but Roh teleported onto the demon once again. For what seemed like hours, the fight continued. The horns of unicorns slashed, the kryss pierced, and the massive shadowy fists whistled through the air. When the strange attacker finally fell, Roh shrank Flint, a grey unicorn, and sat back down on the bench. A guard walked nervously to the corpse and nudged it with a gleaming halberd before turning to Roh. "...You've saved the city!" Looking up from his bandages, Roh let his kryss clang to the ground and stared at the guard. "I fight these d**nable things to no end. They can't defeat me, but still they try." The city guard, though garbed in sparkling platemail and wielding an axe responsible for the deaths of numerous criminals, shook in his greaves. "They came here for you, sir?" "Probably, but each time one comes for me, I come for five of them." "Warrior, might you have a name?" "I might, but for now, you may be comfortable knowing I have just simplified your work shift and I'm leaving." Roh kicked his kryss into the air, caught it and belted it. The guard gave him a strange look, and Roh adjusted his bandana and winked in response. "Kal Ort Por, good civil defender." The guard started to speak, but Roh was gone, and the corpses of the demons had also vanished. What did he mean, simplified my shift?Townsfolk surrounded the bank, staring at the destruction as the sky cleared. A child pointed and laughed as the guard soiled himself, probably thinking that if the anonymous Simplifier hadn't slain the demons, then the guard would have had to fight them. But the day wasn't over. (OOC: This is a fine example of character interaction with NPCs... you can integrate NPCs into your action to your leisure, but things are generally more interesting if you interact with other players. The event I just wrote about was already something I had planned, but be assured that next time I write, I'll be getting some of you roleplayers involved. )
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Post by core on Aug 26, 2006 23:02:29 GMT -5
*sooted metallic fingertips drew the scarlet hood of it's shroud forward to conceal a fair complexion, cruelty sparkled on the surface of green pools as they flicked about to the windows hearing the thunderous explosions and clangs of steel, rising the figure moved within the shadows and nudged the tavern door open swiftly following the first of a large crowd, passing behind the tavern and between tree & stone her voice murmured sending a shimmer of fire over each cell as it transformed*thin dark brows blended suddenly with the pelt of a black lean panther, watching the shards of lighting zap and bare down on the beasts by a single frame contorted in the mix* *for several moments breath was held before she remembered to breath again, the heart shaped nose flickered as it smelled death in the air, the blood tantalized her will, she was hungry and could smell the spill of blood, foul as it was a detection of something much more succulent wafted amongst the stench* *a paw pressed tenderly to the ground, it's nails racked gently against a stone as she stalked closer, only to see the last fall, her movements stilled and she became frozen, listening, waiting for the dust to settle, hints of converse made the tips of blackened ears flick and harness the sounds*a keen interest in one that would have survived, maybe it that they would be badly injured, she could take them possibly, as she mind wheeled at the new scent much stronger now as his boots passed her hidden frame, with a blink he was gone and the scent faded*the panther's lips contorted and a shadowy figure took shape again as a fair skinned figure draped in the shroud colored of blood* *her green gaze shifted up and down the street searching of a thief's trick and found none, turning she moved back to the stables and acquired her mount, letting it trot lazily back to Malas* *She preferred Umbra, it was comforting in a dangerous means, She was sure to find him again in that direction, they shared a lust for bloodshed, and Malas was the place to find such*
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Post by kristeena on Aug 27, 2006 5:15:18 GMT -5
Seems we have some would be novelists here in our midst. Oh, that I was as talented.
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Post by Roh on Aug 29, 2006 11:30:10 GMT -5
It was a bright day in Umbra, after the apparent death of Durith at the hands of several crusaders. The necromancers were all in a fuss, as their recent project had been messily botched. However, the jeweler in Umbra found himself particularly fortunate, when the cavaliers strode warily to his place of business to sell Durith's mighty hoarde. The jeweler made sure that they thought they were getting a good deal and that all of the jewels were useless (and damaged), but underneath his carefully trained mask, he was screaming gleefully and communing with several hidden spirits that he had suckered them out of incredible wealth.
Several sorcerors found it offensive that the unwelcome paladins had been allowed into the city. However, Durith had slain several of the guards in Umbra in an angry fit a month before, and the rest of the public defenders weren't ready to engage their foes unless the paladins attacked.
It was because of the unrest that followed the wake of the leaving paladins that Roh found himself there, walking around and patronizing various shops.
"We mustn't let any more of their kind into Umbra - they'll chase the entire population away!" shouted a shrouded necromancer by the name of Jafam to Uzeraan.
Roh stealthily stalked through the shadows behind the building, careful that passersby on a nearby road wouldn't notice him.
There were some strange people in Umbra that day, and Roh's eavesdropping had led him to discover some strange information regarding them, which had only fueled his continuing curiousity.
The necromancers were upset at the arrival of... Greeks? Roh wasn't sure he heard that right but he noted it for later investigation. What currently concerned him were the thieves arriving in the dark city that strangely bright day. If only the necromancers would stop yelling about those paladins...
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Post by Achilles on Aug 30, 2006 0:22:36 GMT -5
Achilles Knew Immediatly that it was the necrmancers from Umbra, after careful investagation he discovered that in fact some of those dreaded Trojans have followed him, and are now allied with the necros of umbra.
The Only thing Achilles Could think of is the battles to come, and their force against Neoptolemus, Khayman and himself.
Achilles thinks "Hmm I wonder if that dark fellow who killed those demons that dark day in Britain would be willing to ally himself with us, hmmm I will search him out and find him he is a noble warrior who would do us good to have on our side."
Achilles Speaks as if to someone but no one is around but his horse. "Xanthus my old friend what do you think we know little of this warrrior, would he be an enemy or would he be a friend. Hmm what was his name again, Oh Roh...."
As Achilles spoke this name a dark feeling swept over him as if he was being watched, as Achilles begans to prepare his night cap a dark hissing sound came from the woods near his home. As Achilles began to investagate the noise he realized it was not just one but many, hissing and growling in the woods.
Achilles Yells out "KHayman back so so.. ufff...." before Achilles finished a Tall Lizard looking man charges hitting Achilles Near the chest knocking out the air, As Achilles Reached to grab his Katana (given to him by king Prime as an atempt to claim the body of Hictor) he realized that he had left it near his bed.
Achilles knew he had not the time to go run back to the house and arm himself as there was now four more leaving the shadows of the woods. Achilles Looked around for a weapon and saw nothing, So he tightened his fist just in time for the first Lizard to get a big fist in his gut.
As Achilled stood surrounded by five of these ugly Lizards, Achilles Suddenly called out "Neoptolemus My son come to me and guard." From those words came Neoptolemus Standing right next to his Well Built Father.
At this a Man came came out of the woods and yelled out "stop" at this all the Lizards withdrew, but not far as if they wanted to kill these two men standing before them.
Achilles asks. "What is this, who are you?"
The Man who seemed to stay in the shadows, not allowing anybody to see his face said. "You spoke that name, I hate that name and have been asked to kill those that are near him"
Achilles Asks "name what name, you attacked me for a name"
The dark man says, "yes I have been ordered to kill"
Achilles, "ordered by whom and who are you"
The man says, "Sadly you will never know For I must kill you know, prepare to die."
Achilles unarmed and Neoptolemus standing bravely beside his father, The Lizards began to approach them.....
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Post by core on Aug 31, 2006 1:33:21 GMT -5
*the sound of stone and dried grasses under the hoves of a horse were herd in a slow rested gate, the sky had been bright and now grew overcast and misty, the figure, hooded in the tatterd shroud of deep crimson, rode comfortably nearer to Umbra, the reigns held loosely laced between gloved palms*Sounds of distant rolling thunder rippled through the baren streach of land between mountian and a dark stary sea, her bootheels gave the beast's cage a squeeze urging it forward into an easy run, rains started, the sky turned black over head and seemed to collect over her destination*
*the splash of boots was drown out fromt he pounding rains as She dismounted in a puddle surviving her boots to their ankles, her lips twisted gently at her mount and murmered at him grumpily before giving his hind quarter a slap sending him intot he stables for warmth and cover, a quick meal, and some rest, she would seek the same*Soaked and looking miserable she moved toward a tavern door down a stoney street and steped through the flap, it's floor of mud and straw, the chairs stuck by their prongs in the uneven ground, she sat and felt it sink slowly into the mud*a clatter of coin rippled over the wooden bartop and a steaming tankard was set at her fingertips, warm meade*she siped and listened to the converse shouted over the rawr of an open fire and the echo of angery rain on tarp*
"You shoulda seen them ol'Durith at the hands of several crusaders thrashing about!"
She cared for little of the converse with the exception of that scent again*Her nostrils flared slightly as the eyes stilled with recognition*The metal rim of her tankard pressed against her lips and issued a small mouthfull, the fingertips of her gloved left hand rolled a coin over their knuckles in thought*Erol the tender noted her posture as he cleaned a mug with a tatered white cloth*
"Look like rain...." Erol had sett he tankard down on the bar top and filled it again with ale sliding it down the wooden counter past her own beverage clutched by a lazy palm* "Aye." She murdered lifting her own steaming tankard to her lips for a drink. "Brought it with you did ya?" He cleaned his hands and dried them on the cloth draped over his shoulder. "We were racing, it won." Setting the tankard down and brushing back the hood of her shroud. The lengthy dark locks were dripping at their tips as relaxed, proping a boot into an empty bar stool. "Lost did ya?" He grined at her slightly. Lifting a thin dark brow she shrugged gently, "Barely, it cheated and went over the mountians." Erol chuckled and turned to tend to other things as he spoke, "corker, that's a woman for ya, can't out ride a storm." *She smirked and sipped on her steaming tankard of meade, letting ferle greens shift about the tented tavern before settling on the sheen of silky downpour devousing the nearest building out of sight, she had concluded correctly, he had entered Umbra*
*the talk of paladins, plots, and fortunes were muted as her mind was set tow ork on greater things*
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Post by prophercy on Aug 31, 2006 21:32:19 GMT -5
It was early morning when the young girl arrived in Brittania. She lay there dressed only in rags, and nothing more. The sun was risen just enough for decent visibility to those who were unable to see in the pitch black. She stumbled to her knees, this mysterious child, her eyes a bright lavender and her pale face held a look of confusion and fear. She had no idea where she was as she did a quick turn around to observe her surroundings. Now walking slowly toward the road within her view, she covered herself with her arms to keep the chill from her flesh and seemingly to protect herself from whatever beasts that may wander in her path. Sticking to the road, the girl came across her first city within this strange place. The guards offered her harsh glances, for they didn't seem to fond of an obvious outsider dressed as she entering their fine city.
"HAULT!" Shouted a guard and caused the girl to jump back and immediately glance in his direction. "Who goes there?" This time there was almost a growl to the guard's voice, he wasn't sure what to make of this stranger... wasn't sure at all. The girl stuttered some, obviously quite frightened "M-My name i-is.." she inhaled deeply and exhaled while speaking some more, "Proph... Prophercy, sir" The guard nodded and glanced the girl over, figuring she was of no threat and noticed no tools to indicate that she was a thief, he motioned for her to come towards him. Prophercy slowly moved to stand before him, her head hung down so she may avoided looking him in the eyes. "Look her, girl" The guard's voice was less intimidating and Prophercy heightened her gaze so that her eyes met his. "We don't take too kindly to beggers in these parts..." Prophercy spoke quickly, "Oh! I'm no begger, sir... Though I'm not quite sure how it is that I got here, or... for that matter, where here is." The guard smirked slightly and nodded, "this is the city Britain... the capitol of Brittania." Prophercy still had no idea what it was that he was speaking of, she had never heard of either places, though simply nodded to him. "You may pass, but if I hear of you bothering anyone or causing any trouble... I'll boot you outta here faster than an Ancient Wyrm could make you his supper. And let me tell you," he chuckled softly, "they're pretty darn quick!" Prophercy shook her head when he mentioned of her causing trouble, and then nodded quickly about his mentioning of an Ancient Wyrm even though she idea no idea what the beast was.
Moving on past the guards, the first thing on the girl's mind was to avoid contact with anyone and find herself some decent clothing. Once her first goal was accomplished, she decided to set out on some adventures of this new land and look into meeting and making ney friends as well.
(A bit burnt out some tonight, usually better with my RP... but headaches/writer's block doesn't help much >.<)
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Post by Achilles on Aug 31, 2006 22:19:32 GMT -5
(ooc: Achilles waits to see if anybody will come to his rescue)
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Post by Roh on Sept 2, 2006 21:48:49 GMT -5
The talking necromancers looked around hastily as thunder shook their conversation from paladins and Greeks to the weather. Typical science-minded berks, thought Roh as they grabbed piles of magical trinkets and went outside in the storm.
Roh found himself getting a little wet and shifted around several corners as the necromancers set their tools on the top of a hill. An array of several crackling pole-like devices were arranged and a large portal tore itself through the air. It was unlike any moongate Roh had ever seen in this land, but it was all too familiar. A demon shrieked distantly and Roh took advantage of the noise to dive into a nearby pile of skulls, where he could more easily see the portal.
The pile smelled of rotten flesh and vermin but the warrior had smelled worse. He silently shrouded himself in an aura of nondetection as the necromancers chanted in unison. Ikubu, a very old shaman, had forgotten one of the lines and fouled up the entire group's effort. They shouted and shook their fists angrily at the frail old man and began again. More than able to control himself, Roh laughed at them within the quiet confines of his mind as the portal shuddered. It seemed to take forever, and the rain in the dark city was quite chilling. In fact, a few crazed citizens were shouting spells of cold magic from the rooftops of their residences. Lookingly longingly at a nearby tavern, Roh didn't see the city of Britain appear inside the portal, but he did hear the warped sounds of battle. The hidden warrior looked around but soon realized the sound seemed to be coming from everywhere. It had to be some trick.
Roh's gaze fell on the portal and he almost groaned audibly as he saw flashing images of people fighting. The image shifted rapidly - the chanters hadn't found a good exit point for the portal yet. But the image soon came to rest on the ruined downtown district - the bank, specifically. Two more men strode toward the hill from a nearby alley, but they weren't a part of the original party of chanters. Between them, they held a long crimson crystal shard. Roh was puzzled - he hadn't seen a red gem of that size anywhere but the deepest underground seismic centers, where very few living creatures could survive more than a few seconds.
The purpose of the shard became apparent as the two men planted it in the ground before the portal and began chanting to it, a different chant than the one the other chanters now silently murmured as they impatiently sustained the rift.
A clap of thunder shook the nearby dwellings and more necromancers went to their rooftops to watch or cast spells as adrenaline drove them to madness. But the thunder had also brought a red bolt of lightning, and with it, a huge gleaming figure standing between the rift and the crystal. Of course! Roh thought. It was these ritualists who were stealing supplies from the other necromancers in the chaos that followed the paladins... and it was these ritualists who governed this city and held their peers accountable for their crimes!
He knew it was no coincidence that Britain had been attacked atleast once today. The gleaming figure at the center of this mess took on a reptilian texture and soon its flailing limbs became claws, and a spiked tail. As it became more material, it raised its claws to the sky and shouted a necromantic incantation against the rain. The ground around the crystal shuddered and buckled as a dozen lizardman skeletons rose and pulled themselves into functioning shapes. It was then that Roh revealed himself, leaping from the pile onto the nearest chanter and cutting the man down into a mess that deserved no second glance. The chanters immediately stopped and the portal shuddered and began to shrink. The two at the crystal turned and cast down various reagents angrily. The red figure turned to Roh and pointed silently, the undead following its command. Roh didn't bother watching them stumble forward and quickly cut down three more of the chanters before the skeletons got close enough to be an annoyance. "Kal Vas An Flam," Roh said loudly as a wave of necromantic energy washed over the undead. "Necromancy? How dare you attack us, your governors!" shouted one of the remaining men as frozen bones fell into the mud. "My governors, you are not. However, you morons do a bad job of governing these other morons. It's no surprise that your own kind might attack you," Roh said as several other necromancers approached, some with small legions of undead in tow. Glad to be wearing dark armor, the warrior's fingers lit up with magical flame, showing an unnaturally pale face, almost as an albino. "The elders are destroying the city!" Roh shouted, hurling a fireball at the red creature before diving into the diminishing rift. Or, rather, tried to dive into the rift. It closed just as Roh sailed through the air and he found himself tumbling down the north side of the hill and past a necromancer. Catching himself on a component in the array, Roh ended the maneuver in a crouch just before smashing the thing with his fist, which was another mistake, as it send sparks and shrapnel into his face. "In mani," he muttered as he darted around to the east side of the hill and peaked over, seeing the chanters and the red figure being swarmed with skeletons. Why were the other necromancers so eager to believe Roh's accusation, he wondered.
The red lizardman quickly swept away most of the undead, though, and the other necromancers demanded to know what was taking place. "We were summoning our forces against Britain in accordance of our treaty with Dicax, you buffoon!" shouted a robed man as he slapped one of the other necromancers. "There's a spy in our midst and he has prevented the arrival of our aid, and now Dicax will be angry that we did not answer his demand!" Dicax! shouted Roh inwardly as he pounded his fist into the mud. I hope I'm not too late. He produced a small purple book from his belt and tapped the first page, vanishing.
Britain came into existence slower than Roh had expected and he had already begun shouting words of power before his boots rested on the cobblestones but he found himself winded as the magic left him. He could already hear Uzeraan shouting at him, "Never cast spells during transport!"
The warrior stood and wobbled for a second but broke into a run for the nearby tavern and dove atop a huge reptilian man. The strange invader tried to pull at Roh's armor but suddenly stopped when the warrior's mystic kryss found a large artery in the reptile's neck.
"Corp Por," called Roh, throwing energy bolts at other foes as he charged forward, intending to confront the dark figure ahead, which appeared to be facing a group of strangers. Greeks?
The shrouded figure recoiled, "You! Here, already?"
Roh attempted to tackle Dicax but a shadow formed between them and Roh found himself soaring through the air. Again. But he surrounded himself with a holy aura and the shadow dissipated, allowing the warrior to land unceremoniously in front of Dicax, the two standing in each other's faces. "Are you still bitter about your last defeat?" Roh asked.
"Defeat? Bitter? Hah..." the necromancer said uneasily, again invoking a power to call his Umbra allies.
Roh noticed the distant look in Dicax's eyes and knew what he was doing. "Let me make that easier for you. Vas Rel Por. Vas Rel Por. Vas Rel Por," he repeated, walking in a circle. Moongates rose from the streets and necromancers stepped through, quickly sighting Dicax and Roh.
Absently, the warrior slashed three materializing necromancers. Roh made a mental note of the Greeks, who appeared to be in defensive stances. Why was Dicax attacking them? Ending his circle by the Greeks, Roh said, "Greetings, friends. Trouble with necromancers?"
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Post by Sev on Sept 10, 2006 21:38:05 GMT -5
Cool..dank dark night air...a subtle chill to the breeze as the wafts picked up my spirits as i took flight from the camp i had spied. Arrow shot,bloodied and needy for water..rest or death i cared not now. Pleading to my ancestors of the underworld..."Give me sight.."
I am the head of Mordoths,clutch I cannot fail.. not now..No......
Darkness befell the fallen...
"Rest easy my little friend you have served your master well"..the kindly figure said...I remember knodding then a space of blankness.
The figure took the message from the fallen dead birds leg....his eyes closed in a silent grimace..
"Fooled"...
His Steed looked on sympathetically with a seemingly supernatural wide eyed glare of understanding of upset that the message... the bird had died to convey....His Master was overwhelmed....
"How many might already be looking to the heavens with vacant expressions of death thanks to this ...? eh?"
Sev, saddled up... patting his horses head & knotting what was left of two fingers into it,s mane.."sorry Ceylon my friend we have more land than i thought to travel..we are being trifled me thinks a step to far this time..."
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Post by Roh on Sept 10, 2006 22:11:04 GMT -5
(OOC: I'm pulling in some NPCs in hopes that you all can more easily find a way to interact with each other, and with me. *bambi eyes*)
Across the bridge raced a crimson steed, its neighing echoing across the battered city. A red windswept figure rode proudly, a great lance of white borne before it. The charger blurred past the front of the tavern, the lance catching a necromancer and carrying the dark summoner away. Slowing, the rider let the already-rotting corpse slide from his weapon and pulled back his deep hood, revealing a finely cut goatee and long tangled blood-red hair. He locked his piercing eyes on Dicax as the charger reared, its heart racing, its eagerness apparent.
Roh popped his neck as the rider's lance came to rest on the ground. "Red! I didn't expect to see you here."
"Dicax and his cohorts have slain too many innocent villagers to build their undead army - he must face his fate," Red called, throwing a moonstone onto the ground. It quickly sank in and a red moongate appeared, two hulking figures striding through. The figure on the left had skin of stone and carried no weapons, though he wore a strange necklace over a tunic of gray. His leather belt was obviously not skinned from any regular creature in the wild and his breeches shined, a material not familiar to most Britons. The figure on the right was a man, a pale man with charcoal hair. He was a decently large man but still dwarfed by his partner - even his massive axe seemed small.
Red grinned as the moongate sank back into the ground. Roh laughed maniacally, brandishing his shining kryss at the necromancers. "Forces gather under darkness bright, fires rage when blades alight... Could this be the battle foreseen? Perhaps - and if it is, your end is come, Dicax."
Cairn turned and surveyed the city - an urban mess of 'civilization' and 'industry.' But he noted the castle in the distance bearing Blackthorn's banner - a castle that would fall. His gaze returned to the necromancers before him, and he was the first of the company to make visual contact with a looming shadow on the horizon, opposite the afternoon sun and Castle British in the west. The giant turned to Achilles and the Greeks and gave a nod. "Glad to see you're alive, the Greeks are widely known for the Trojan war."
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