To Slay A Dragon. (RP)
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Shock Trooper
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written Tuesday, October 26 2004 01:33
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OOC: Hmm... It seems as though there is a rather dead influx of RPs on Spiderweb at the moment. Polaris has hit it's, I would say, Annual Hibernation period. And I just feel like Roleplaying. Well... There are no RPs at the moment, so I think that I should just go ahead and start up a novice friendly one. This RP is set in the Continent of Serenity; Not a very big place, but it right now serves its needs. The RP is very generic, since our main objective is going to be hunting down a dragon. As always, I want to make my RP light-hearted. But it depends on the people that play, right? Anyhow, hope this thing flys... and hopefully, it will end. (Setting the time and place.) IC: Serenity's waters shone against the placid moon. The silent lands were shaped in a cresent, the tip going right and ringing back around with islands to make a immense lagoon in the center. The Sythfell Fields lay quiet and calm, streching from the bottom of the capital of Clik up to the lightly wooded area of the Baar Range further north. The range's mountains peeked out of some strands of clouds, as the patrons of the Middle Passing continued to joke and drink, unaware of the passing moon. The furthest north lay a major port city of Valence, the stone spires glistening off the moonlight. The moon itself finally neared the end of its trip, dipping down under the horizon to let the sun take its journey all over again. Serenity lay at peace. Mid-morning light peaked through into Lord Granst, his eyes squinting from the sudden enlightment of his room. He heard shouts outside his third floor window, the ruckus keeping him from going back into unconsiousness. His wife pushed him from the bed, murmuring about stopping the noise. Granst hit the marble floor with a dull thud, awakening the servants a floor below him. With fustration and sloth-like movements, Lord Granst approached and shoved the window open to see his two sons wrestling on the ground. One was already bloodied by his own nose, his brown bushed hair flailing as though they had life on its own. The taller of the two had long blond hair reaching down to his back. They put each other in several holds and grapples, tossing each through bushes and a vase. "LANCE! GERALD!" Lord Granst shouted from his window. Both boys turned up to see their father, still in his bed garments and with an aggrivated face. "GET UP HERE RIGHT NOW!!" Their father yelled, his voice waking up the whole castle, along with the napping sentries at the ramparts several hundred meters away. The two brothers groaned and slowly went up to their father's room, beating on each other as they went. The sun tipped upward. OOC: (Now is the real beginning.) IC: Phiz looked awkward as he lugged into the Middle Passing with a backpack, stuffed to over capacity with books that all had the same cover. His face showed a very happy expression, as though his fortune was already made. He tipped; His backpack ripped open, and the books flew in several directions, hitting one patron in the arm. Phiz scrambled to pick up the fallen books when he heard the door open. "Eek! Sorry about your books!" Phiz squeaked in dismay. The man's plate boots almost kicked Phiz off of his feet as he entered the bar, his grizzled face making several of the women swoon. The plate armor strapped on him was shined and worked to perfection, no sign of actual tear ever seen. His leggings were that of plate as well, as well as his gloves. Under one of his arms was his flamboyent helment, the scarlet horse hair and horns making it frightening to even look at. His stare reached the books that were scattered about the floor, all of them his own book. The books were titled in a goldish print saying "Killing a Dragon in 12 Easy Steps!" with green lettering underneath stating the author. Darixen Belthan. He was the local hero of Serenity, able to manage over seven drinks, with amazing ability to kill nearly anything with his massive great mace he sheathed on his back. Even for a great mace, the clubbing weapon was enourmous. His black dawn hair neatly shone with care as he shook his head in dismay. "Phiz, why do insist on carrying so many books?" He questioned, a small account of concern for his health. Before Phiz could respond, Darixen held up his hand. "Just forget it," He heaved, his voice calm and smooth. "Go ahead and pick them up. Set them on that table over there," Darixen said, pointing to a vacant table over to the left. "Yes, oh great lord!" Phiz said, still scrambling to pick up the books. "Phiz!" Darixen said, a hint of aggrivation in his voice. "You don't have to call me any of this 'great lord', or 'master' nonsense! I'm just Darixen," He explain, shaking his head in anger. "Look, I'll just get a drink. Tell me when your finished." Darixen moved off to the counter to order a drink. Phiz continued to pick up the books. OOC: Now I'll just wait for a comment. -------------------- "Friendship is two things: Trust, and sharing. I personally see it as a business opportunity." -Random Quote Posts: 203 | Registered: Friday, July 18 2003 07:00 |
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Agent
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written Tuesday, October 26 2004 04:59
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Phiz stumbled over to the table dropping the books in a heap. Then he offered to buy Darixen a drink bumping into him and the bartender accidentally. Darixen said hey watch where you are going Phiz. Phiz mumbled sorry then excused himself to the bathroom. Phiz locked the door behind him and begin counting the coins and gems he had pocketed from Darixen, the bartender, and the other patrons. -------------------- Wasting your time and mine looking for a good laugh. Star Bright, Star Light, Oh I Wish I May, I Wish Might, Wish For One Star Tonight. Posts: 1084 | Registered: Thursday, November 7 2002 08:00 |
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Lifecrafter
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written Tuesday, October 26 2004 05:39
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Phiz smiled. He had pocketed more in the last ten minutes than he usually got in a whole day. Most of it was from Darixen. Idiot heros. Get so big by being unbeatable with a sword and they forget that they're still vulnerable to theft. Phiz measured up the window. If he moved the stool used for reaching the cupboard, he could just make it. For some reason, windows and cupboards were getting higher and higher. Phiz started to climb out the window just as the shouts started in the main room. -------------------- If anyone ever asks you why you did something, say "Because I could". Posts: 834 | Registered: Thursday, July 8 2004 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, October 26 2004 12:58
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Towards the tavern's exit strode a voluptuous vixen of particularly pale complexion with a slew of hapless drunkards following her dainty footsteps in pursuit of her more tender parts, only barely concealed by a revealing two-piece outfit of black. She giggled lightly as they followed her out of the door, purposely ignoring the drool flowing down the tunics of her surveyors. The small flock of sheep left the tavern, closing the door behind them. She could be seen wandering around the rear of the tavern through the windows, idle glances stayed on her bosom until she passed behind the wall and into obscurity. Drinking went on as normal for a few moments, until a loud thud intermingled with the sound of twigs snapping interrupted the carousing. Nobody thought much of it. Meanwhile, the twitching corpses of drunkards writhed about with gaping puncture wounds in their jugulars. The woman was nowhere to be seen. -------------------- 人 た ち を 燃 え る た め に 俺 は か れ ら に 火 を 上 げ る か ら 死 ん だ Posts: 6936 | Registered: Tuesday, September 18 2001 07:00 |
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Master
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written Tuesday, October 26 2004 16:10
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OOC: ok, since I could use a break from studying for midterms once in a while, I'll join. IC: Whistling while spinning on his finger some foreign toy he bought off a peddler, a flame-haired man of average build approached the tavern. That toy, according to the merchant, was called a 'boomerang', and if you threw it properly it would return to you. It would be quite useful if he could adapt his Piercing Blades of Fire technique to the boomerang, he figured. The man, named Meteus Rouge, was technically one of those reknowned Mage Warriors in his family line. However, he hated smiting things with a red flaming sword, and preferred to light pointy things on fire and throw them instead. He still knew the traditional art of the Flamesweep, and had a sabre with him in case he needed it. Somehow, his travelling took him to the tavern from behind. Not watching the ground he stepped on, he barely avoided tripping over what seemed to be an unusually large branch. Upon closer inspection, it was a dead man - a dead man among other dying men, sucked so dry of blood that they could not bleed. "Deh!" He cried, boomerang falling from his hand. Meteus quickly glanced around; he was sure he saw some shadowy thing flitting around somewhere, although not even his keen black eyes were able to confirm that. Not wanting to lose his own blood, he carefully picked up the boomerang, secured it onto his belt, and sped into the tavern. If anybody were at the scene moments later, some sheep would be seen feasting on the corpses... [ Tuesday, October 26, 2004 16:10: Message edited by: Wisemanism: the Religion ] -------------------- Polaris - Weather balloons, ninjas, and your big daddy Wise Man. What more could you want? Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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Bob's Big Date
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written Tuesday, October 26 2004 16:19
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A sharp concussion split the air. "Shoo!" The armored figure had appeared out of seemingly nowhere, brandishing a paddle on a stick. Another swift slip of the paddle and it crashed again, startling several of the sheep away. "Shoo, you!" The sheep fled obligingly. "I told them sheep that fed on carrion were a bad idea, but would they listen? No..." The figure approached the corpses and, with a steady hand, investigated. "Money's all there, no signs of struggle or physical remnants of conjugation. Okay, another one of the Gods-damned Tepis cases; two wounds to the neck, several victims of unmixed gender. The vampire isn't far. Chasseu?" A voice from the shadows, definitely female -- unlike the figure's, which is all iron and no tone -- replies, "Yes?" "Type B, recently female. Track it down and come back to me. If it notices you, dissociate. I'll be plying the tavern and I'll know if something comes up." "Acknowledged." The woods suddenly become a shade lighter. The figure pulls out a red stick and plunges it into the earth, then places upon it a simple placard: HUNTER INVESTIGATION IN PROGRESS -------------------- The biggest, the baddest, and the fattest. Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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Shaper
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written Tuesday, October 26 2004 16:54
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A man with dark brown hair, brown eyes, jeans, and a suit of light chainmail walks into the tavern. He is carrying an ornate oaken staff with a fist-sized obsidian sphere set in the top in one hand, and a silver mug with an alternating pattern of small round emeralds and sapphires around the base in the other. He has a large backpack full of various trinkets acquired throughout his travels. In his belt is a long, slender, slightly glowing dagger and a large sack of gold. His name is Tados. He walks up to the counter and slams his mug loudly onto its surface. "Bartender!" The bartender walks up to him. "Hi. What will you have?" Several people say, in unison, "Milk." Tados chuckles. "I see my reputation precedes me. Here, I brought my own mug." Confused, the bartender fills up the mug with milk. As he sips his milk, Tados notices Darixen. "Hi. My name is Tados." "I'm Darixen." "Nice mace." "Thanks." "Can I have it?" "No. Why do you want it?" "Because I'm a pack rat." Darixen stares at him for a moment, then walks away, leaving Tados sitting by himself. -------------------- The Lyceum - The Headquarters of the Blades designing community The Louvre - The Blades of Avernum graphics database Alexandria - The Blades of Exile Scenario database BoE Webring - Self explanatory Polaris - Free porn here Odd Todd - Fun for the unemployed (and everyone else too) Famous Last Words - A local pop-punk band They Might Be Giants - Four websites for one of the greatest bands in existance -------------------- 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 Posts: 2957 | Registered: Thursday, October 4 2001 07:00 |
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written Tuesday, October 26 2004 18:09
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(OOC: This gal ain't a vampire. It's reasonable that she would be mistaken as one, but she ain't.) Dusk comes to pass. The moon is high in the sky, although it cannot be seen in the wooden-walled basement of a highly illegal and well-concealed brothel. "You WHAT?" declared the pimp, in his forceful tone. "I want... I want out," said a weeping woman whose only garments pretecting her genitalia were infected rags. "Listen here, you rotten bitch, you are MINE. I won't stand for your lip, do you fucking understand me?" "But you have so many, and I am but one who wants freedom!" said the whore in her last defense. A fist struck her soundly in the cheek, sending her barreling into a wall. She looked up with tears in her eyes and blood on her face expecting to die. Suddenly, the door openned and in stepped an impossibly pale woman clad in black. The pimp turned around, but suddenly a black spike shot forth from the back of his skull. As his form sank slowly to the ground, the spike seemed to disappear. But that's impossible, or so believed the whore. Nevertheless, she was grateful to an extreme. "You... What is your name?" she beckoned. The white woman in black paused and looked at her with pity as blood ran down her arm. "Call me the Cavern Knight. Get out of here, and tell the other mistresses of this bordello that they are free." The woman strode out of the building and out of its back exit into the city once more and once more into obscurity. -------------------- 人 た ち を 燃 え る た め に 俺 は か れ ら に 火 を 上 げ る か ら 死 ん だ Posts: 6936 | Registered: Tuesday, September 18 2001 07:00 |
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Master
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written Tuesday, October 26 2004 18:14
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OOC: it would help, TM, if you decrease the posting rate - nobody else has joined yet. -------------------- Polaris - Weather balloons, ninjas, and your big daddy Wise Man. What more could you want? Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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Guardian
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written Tuesday, October 26 2004 18:41
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OOC: I would like to join this Rp Character name: Hidorian Species: Human seems possible. So does reptilian. Height: An unusually tall 6ft. 9in. Weight: Unknown Age: 28 Skills: Magery, Summoning, Pole-Arms mellee Description: A tall, mysterious person with a low, quiet voice that is rarely used. He usually wears a long, dark-bluish robe that covers most of his physical characteristics, including casting a shadow over his face, making it hard to see. He often hides a pole-arm weapon in his robes (Which isn't hard, considering the size of his robe due to his height) Personality: Quiet, mysterious and obsessed with the thought of summoning powerful creatures and growing in power himself. He also tends to collect artifacts of great power, but has a hard time figuring out how to use them due to the complexity of the ones he collects. IC: In the Tavern, in a dark corner, sits a man. He is gently examining a crystal, which seems to have some transparent substance floating in it. The substance seems to be trying to take on a form with five heads. The man holding the crystal holds his hand over the spot where the substance is taking form. It starts growing legs and a tail, but then the shape becomes amorphous once again. "I will master your secret powers, crystal." the man whispered to the crystal. "Just wait, you will be under my control." He hides the crystal and takes out a pair of leather gaunlets and puts them on. He walks out the door into the night. After walking a ways from the tavern, he pulls out the crystal and watches it as it glows in the night. He suddenly notices a movement out of teh corner of his eye. He pulls out a crystal and breaks it, causing smoke to pour out. When it clears, he's gone. Behind a nearby building, a figure peeking out from behind with glowing eyes could be seen(with difficulty) holding a spear with a spearhead that reflects the moonlight. A gentle hissing could be heard. OOC: Is it a little too other-wordly? [ Tuesday, October 26, 2004 18:42: Message edited by: Zephyr Tempest ] -------------------- *Blue screen error* NONEXISTANT WINDOWS ERROR Windows detects no current errors, so Windows has decided to screw around with the files until one occurs. If you never rise against your oppressor, then you've already lost. -Zephyr Tempest, your personal entertainer Posts: 1779 | Registered: Monday, December 9 2002 08:00 |
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Bob's Big Date
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written Tuesday, October 26 2004 19:30
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"Can't find it." "What do you mean, can't find it?" The figure was still arrayed completely in the most bizzare armor you'd ever seen; the face and upper chest were enclosed in metal but all the vital parts seemed to be covered with what looked like silk, and little metal plates studded it for what seemed like no better reason than flow of material. One arm was mailed in plate, as normal, and the other was silk and studding as the rest of the armor, ending in what looked very like a fist mailed in velvet. "I gave you specific instructions. This isn't usual." "Can't find it, said I. Certain of the type?" "Long-tooth, yes." (An A would be two little fang marks, a C would have the drain at the wrist or temples.) "It can't be far." "It is." The figure stared off. "Hmm. Very well." The woods darkened again. "Chershu? What's on?" "Another body..." The armored figure sighed a harsh, metallic sigh. "Another investigation. We've got a real damn tricky one on our hands." -------------------- The biggest, the baddest, and the fattest. Posts: 2367 | Registered: Friday, June 27 2003 07:00 |
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Shock Trooper
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written Wednesday, October 27 2004 00:43
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OOC: Um... No offense, but make certain to keep the swearing to the minimum. And no, Zeph, it isn't too other-worldly. I would say the Hunters are just a little weird. O.o IC: Darixen had met several people over a couple of days and thought it now wise to reveal his greatest creation. His friend bumped into him, apologizing rapidly and hurried to the bathroom, obviously in need to heed Nature's call. Darixen could only shrug at that. He jumped up onto a table, which amazingly held its weight against his plate armor and great mace. He looked around, seeing the tavern still surprisingly full, and shouted "People and drinkers of the Middle Passing!" Most turned to see what the commotion was about, including Tados and a man named Meteus. Darixen reached down to manage a book and revealed the gold lettering to everyone. "This here," He said, making hand guestures toward the book, "Is my latest achievement! '12 Easy Steps to Kill a Dragon!' Its the perfect book to learn how to become a hero just like me and manage your way to killing your first Dragon!" He started to shout out examples people could find in the book, like holding a sword or a mace, how to kill undead quickly, and of course, how to hunt down and kill a Dragon. "Why 12 steps?" Piped up Todas. "Why not 10?" "Because 10 isn't good," Darixen replied as quickly as Todas answered it. "To prove how valueable this book is, I will take anyone, along with my faithful friend Phiz, to go out and hunt a certain lair I stumbled upon! This is what the adventuring life will be all about!" His voice got louder with each sentence, and then soon everyone wanted to get their own book. "The price is meager; Just 25 gold a book." He was near robbed as every book was sold, his pockets now holding enough for him to buy a new house. He jingled the gold, enjoying the sound of being rich. Phiz heard the noise in the room and cursed to himself. "I forgot that I was going to get half the profits from those books!" He climbed back down and burst out of the bathroom, just in time to see Darixen looking for him. He had with him at least half the tavern waiting for him to get his assistant, who Phiz already knew. "Phiz!" Darixen shouted above the din of conversation. "This is it, we're going to the caves!" He shouted happily. "Yes," Replied Phiz, hiding his dread and gloom to adventure from the hero, "The caves. Great." The group of at least thirty some odd people left the Tavern that day, half of them just wanting to see Darixen fight, the other wanting to fight themselves. The Tavern keeper cursed aloud at the dead bodies found, oblivious to the group and only shouting weird phrases. He yelled every now and then, "That's the fourth time this week!" No one noticed when Hidorian, a strange man with a crystal almost no one saw due to him hiding it, slipped into the group. Phiz never saw anything like it. It was a piece of wood on Meteus's belt, shaped like a roof, but the bottom was missing. The smooth, pointed edges gave belief that it was a very special weapon indeed. "Its a 'boomerang'," Explained Meteus, who noticed Phiz's obvious stare at his weapon. "See," He continued, "you throw it, and if you do throw it correctly, it will come back to you." The two continued to converse. Darixen approached Todas, hoping that things were okay with him. The Packrat looked very consumed, reading his new book with precision. His eyes darted left to right as he turned another page, just now reaching Chapter 2. On it stated, "Chapter 2: The adventure to your location!" OOC: If anyone would like to join, go right on ahead and be one of the people that joining in to watch. Or fight. I got everyone that was made (Well, most. Just not the 'vampire' and those futuristic like people. Come along when you want.) and put them in the party. -------------------- "Friendship is two things: Trust, and sharing. I personally see it as a business opportunity." -Random Quote Posts: 203 | Registered: Friday, July 18 2003 07:00 |
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Infiltrator
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written Wednesday, October 27 2004 02:09
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The first thing people noticed about Penny was her smell. Indeed, it wasn't a bad stench she smelled like earth and various herbs- a trademark of a herbalist. After they took this in, they noticed her appearance. Her burnt-ginger hair rose around her head like a tangly thunder-storm and many pouches full of reagants hung off her body like strange christmas tree decorations. This effect was completed by her clothes, various skirts and scarves wrapped hap-hazardly around her frame. But far the greatest thing people commented on about her was her eyes. Penny's eyes would possibly be hazel if not for the cloudy film of catracts that covered both of her eyes. She was not completely blind being able to distinguish between colours and she could see some things if she held them extremely close. Most career paths were closed to her. But by some stroke of fate she had a gift for herbalism and she didn't need eyes for that, her sense of smell and touch being more than enough. She was a well known figure with the locals of Middle Passing, pottering around with a walking stick and larking about the woods for herbs. But she was held with some respect, with a talent for alchemy and many had bought her various potions. But sometimes trouble still came to her. As it did now. A unsavoury sort of person had spotted her walking down the lane. He moved up to her and reached inside her large bag. The thief was greeted by a small hissing, scratching yowling beast that proceeded to climb up his arm and claw at his face. Penny stood very still until she could hear cursing and thud of disappearing footsteps. She then smiled and crooned "Here kitty," the small ball of bloodlust padded over to her and rubbed against her ankle. The feline climbed back into her bag and she continued on her way. As she passed the tavern her keen ears heard the speech of Darixen. Her heart jumped, perhaps she should tag along. Penny had never been to the caves and she had heard about the strange reagants there and she had been dying to try out some of those new recipies she had learnt from a visiting mage who had been kind enough to explain some of the procedures. She nodded to herself. Yes, she would follow them. -------------------- "He's mine, go get your own human plaything!" Bernard Black (Black Books) Also look at my sitehere This is also a good site Posts: 650 | Registered: Thursday, October 4 2001 07:00 |
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Agent
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written Wednesday, October 27 2004 05:40
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Phiz thought wow those proceeds from a book are most tempting, Darixen must be a true idiot. He probably still thinks I am a mages apprentice. He reached into his voluminous mages robes fishing among the many pockets he had sewn into the insides of the robe where he could hide various pilfered items and pulled out a lollipop of alertness an alchemical treat he had learned to make and began sucking on it. He reminisced briefly about how he came to be an apprentice mage. One day he had been wandering on the road as he often did, having had to run from the last town he was in, humming a tune, when he saw some ogres assault a mage. He promptly hid behind a tree. The ogres drew their weapons and attacked the mage. The mage cast a spell of lightning felling them except for the leader who in his dying breath mashed the mages head. Phiz ran out pilfering the bodies. He found a letter on the mage saying seeking able apprentices for school of magery, capital city of Murgo. He put on the mages robes which for some reason had not gotten blood spattered on them, took the mages books and dagger, and gathered whatever small valuables he could get. Phiz headed happily towards the capital. He eventually made it to Rasputin's School of Magery. Showing the letter, he was at once given access to the school. He never once tried to go to the admissions office but instead wandered through the school, slipping into lectures, and visiting the various laboratories. When he made it into the alchemical laboratories his eyes lit up. He found the mixing of chemicals to be fascinating. He even took enough of a liking to the subject to steal a loose textbook and read it from cover to cover. He searched through the library gathering materials on Pixie Dust, Blinding Flash Powder, Gremlin Wine, Healing and Curing potions, and other stuff in case he got sick. He found a small room to rent in the music district and promptly stocked it with lots of stolen library books. Eventually, the admissions office noticed him, but not until three months had passed with full run of the school. Headmistress Rasputin chased him out of the school throwing bang caps at him until he was far from the school. He tried to sneak back but was turned away by a giant cat with a spear at the entrance named Mowgli. Phiz moped for a while. He went to a local tavern and listened to stories from the hero Darixen. Darixen said he was wondering if he would ever write a book, but he had never paid attention to writing. Phiz overheard and suggested he might be able to help, he being a mage new how to read and write. Darixen promptly accepted. Phiz was delighted with Darixen around no one would expect him of being a thief. -------------------- Wasting your time and mine looking for a good laugh. Star Bright, Star Light, Oh I Wish I May, I Wish Might, Wish For One Star Tonight. Posts: 1084 | Registered: Thursday, November 7 2002 08:00 |
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Guardian
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written Wednesday, October 27 2004 08:10
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IC: Hidorian chuckled quietly as a small, evil smile appeared on is face. Foolish humans... he thought to himself. They think they can slay dragons...but they will never find...HIM. If they do manage to find...HIM...THEY will be slain instead! HAHAHAHA! And it is my job to make sure they never find...HIM. He quickly pointed at a spot on the ground 20 yards from him, and the ground there shifted as a serpent took form. It slithered to the front, unnoticed, and went ahead of the group. Hidorian repeated this process until at least 8 serpents were ahead of the group, waiting to strike. -------------------- *Blue screen error* NONEXISTANT WINDOWS ERROR Windows detects no current errors, so Windows has decided to screw around with the files until one occurs. If you never rise against your oppressor, then you've already lost. -Zephyr Tempest, your personal entertainer Posts: 1779 | Registered: Monday, December 9 2002 08:00 |
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Warrior
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written Wednesday, October 27 2004 08:24
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Not to distract you from your story, but I was wondering what "OOC" and "IC" stood for. -------------------- There are three kinds of people in the world: those who think, those who think they think, and those who would rather die than think. Posts: 104 | Registered: Thursday, September 16 2004 07:00 |
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written Wednesday, October 27 2004 12:34
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(OOC: Honestly, Zephyr. The heinously trite writing does you no good at all. Oh yeah, and Cavern Knight most definitely won't be joining the party at any time.) "What the hell kind of weapon could do this?" asked captain of the guard, incredulous and befuddled by the scene and unsurprisingly so, considering that most men don't die from giant holes in their heads not caused by magic, and such holes are rarely conical or exacting. "I'm quite sure it isn't magic, and it doesn't look like it was caused by any sort of sword. The blow is a blunt one, and nothing was carved out," said a guard with a penchant for stating the obvious. One of the ladies hovering in the corner with a hackneyed mix-match of prefect-style blankets and shreds of clothing given to her by her pimp slowly stood up and said, "I saw her. She had blood running down her arm, but she was frail and beautiful." The guards all turned to her in amusement. "A woman did this, you say?" said the captain of the guard. Others chuckled. The whore scrunched her face in disgust, anger and embarassment. "She touched me with a hand that had no blood on it before she left, and yet... Here, have you a look," said she. She pulled down her rags revealing a red mark appearing to be blood above her bosom. "It doesn't come out as much as I try," said she. The guards were mildly confused, but payed it no heed. "Woman, that's a sick momento, but I'm not here to here your fairy tales. Women are daughters, wives and mothers, but certainly not fighters, especially not capable enough to do this amount of damage," said the captain of the guard. The whore stomped her foot on the ground and pushed her way out of the bordello. ---- A pale woman in a two-piece black outfit stood by the road as a menagerie of warriors of a unique ilk with equipment of equally dubious quality strolled on by. They had not yet noticed her, so she reached behind her back and produced a white robe from the rear of her chestpiece and cloaked herself as to obscure her features and age. The majority of the warriors passed by her, most of them paying her no heed. Suddenly, she saw an herbalist, or at least one who had to be on account of her garb and odor. Suddenly, Penny felt a hand grasp her swiftly on her elbow. In surprise, she uttered, "Who are you?" "None of your concern. Tell me, why are you traveling in this direction, and why do you accompany this rag-tag band?" "Well, we're going to the dragon cave. The others want the reptile's horde, I'm just interested in some herbs." "The dragon? You mean to say Kyeinoss? But what did she do to them...?" "She...?" "Thank you for your time. Now hurry up, or you'll miss your group." The white-robed lady slipped behind a tree. At that point, she tossed her robes into the sky, but they did not land. The lady leaped into the sky as well, and silently clung to a branch. Penny thought that she saw the old lady disappear out of thin air, but she blamed it on her poor eyesight and hastened her pace until she had rejoined the group. -------------------- 人 た ち を 燃 え る た め に 俺 は か れ ら に 火 を 上 げ る か ら 死 ん だ Posts: 6936 | Registered: Tuesday, September 18 2001 07:00 |
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Law Bringer
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written Wednesday, October 27 2004 12:48
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OOC: In a roleplay, [OOC], or Out Of Character signifies a text that is addressed by you - the player - directly to the other players; a commentary on the story. [IC], or In Character, signifies a part of the story. Still OOC: I will probably join over the weekend. I'm pressed for free time this week... -------------------- The Encyclopaedia Ermariana <-- Now a Wiki! "Polaris leers down from the black vault, winking hideously like an insane watching eye which strives to convey some strange message, yet recalls nothing save that it once had a message to convey." --- HP Lovecraft. "I single Aran out due to his nasty temperament, and his superior intellect." --- SupaNik Posts: 8752 | Registered: Wednesday, May 14 2003 07:00 |
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Shaper
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written Wednesday, October 27 2004 14:25
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Crispy Toast, I can tell that you're new to RPs. First off, please use correct spelling and grammar. Second, you should create your own character. It's generally considered taboo to hijack someone else's character in an RP. Someone wrote an article about basic RP rules and etiquette. Anyone have a link to that? Also, my character is Tados, as in The Almighty Doer Of Stuff, not Todas. IC: Tados followed along with the group, listening to Darixen talking about his book and adventuring, when he noticed a squirrel gathering acorns. He watched for a minute, amused by the squirrel. Then he noticed something odd in the pile. He grabbed it despite the protests of the squirrel. It was a small golden skull, about the size of an acorn, with an opal inside it. He pocketed it. He then noticed other small gems and shiny objects among the acorns. As he gathered them, the squirrel bit his leg. He kicked it away, and it charged back to bite again. As it clamped down on his shoe, Tados whacked it on the head with the bottom of his staff, killing it. Now that it was dead, he was able to examine it more closely. It was not a normal squirrel. It was larger, with large front claws. He had heard about these. It was a Hoarder Squirrel, known for their love of shiny objects. He wrapped the squirrel in cloth and stuck it in his pack. He then finished gathering the squirrel's treasure and hurried to catch up with the group. -------------------- The Lyceum - The Headquarters of the Blades designing community The Louvre - The Blades of Avernum graphics database Alexandria - The Blades of Exile Scenario database BoE Webring - Self explanatory Polaris - Free porn here Odd Todd - Fun for the unemployed (and everyone else too) Famous Last Words - A local pop-punk band They Might Be Giants - Four websites for one of the greatest bands in existance -------------------- 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 Posts: 2957 | Registered: Thursday, October 4 2001 07:00 |
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Lifecrafter
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written Thursday, October 28 2004 09:02
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OOC:I can still join, right? Character name: Fritti Species: Wood Elf Height: 6' Weight: Unknown Age: 18 Skills: melee, very basic theivery, unimpressive archery Personality: Doesn't listen to anyone. Wants to have lots of adventures so he left his area at a rather young age. Makes decisions too quickly. Has a 50-50 chance of messing things up. Good balance. Has a tendency to run off without telling anyone. Has a chance of not coming back. Description:Black hair. Green eyes. Long face. Extremely thin body. Wears green armor that is more suitable for running than fighting. IC: "Wait! Let me come!" yelled Fritti. He ran to catch up with group he had picked at random. When he had caught up, he slowed down to catch his breath. He walked up to the guy who seemed to be the leader and interuppted(sp?) his endless chatter abolut a book he had apparently written. "Where are you going, and can I come?" -------------------- If anyone ever asks you why you did something, say "Because I could". Posts: 834 | Registered: Thursday, July 8 2004 07:00 |
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Infiltrator
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written Thursday, October 28 2004 11:17
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IC: Before Darixen could respond, a young man that had been tagging along interjected in a shrill voice, "No where important- Just to an signing session for his(pointing to Darixen) book". The speaker was an admirer of Phiz (being easily impressed) and was travelling under the pseudonym Mahl Urkhardt. Realizing the shrillness of his voice he attempted to gruffen it as he said, "Of course if you want to read the silly book... you might come along." Mahl recieved weird looks from the rest of the group at his lies and began to wish that he had kept his silence. In an attempt to regain what little chance for respect he had Mahl whispered to the newcomer, "But he's also going to do a demonstration on the what the book talks about". Feeling slightly better he fell back to the rear of the group where he had formerly been. As Mahl was doing this he heard rather strange russles in the undergrowth on either side. A soft hiss told him that some reptile was causing it. Still suffering from his lack of self esteem he made himself investigate, and pushed his way through the dense ground cover and tall bushes to left of the path. Disapearing from the sight of the group, he came face to face with the largest snake he had ever seen. Mahl stood paralyzed by fright, only hoping that maybe someone had noticed his departure... [ Thursday, October 28, 2004 11:26: Message edited by: m's chosen ] Posts: 564 | Registered: Wednesday, April 14 2004 07:00 |
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Agent
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written Thursday, October 28 2004 12:48
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Sorry, new character. Mugwump liked to hide in the back recesses of the dragons cave. He was a rather large flaming troll. He was also very quiet. He possessed a ring which allowed him to become invisible even in battle. Every once in a while the dragon would try to get him. He would stand in one of the narrow corridors and bask in the warm glow of the dragons flaming breath. Then the dragon would curse him sending his snakes after him. Mugwump would turn invisible and wait quietly for the snakes to try and find him. After a while, when they got the snakes tired, he would kill one for a snack. Mugwump lived in a concealed passage in the dragons cave. Sometimes he wished he wasn't a troll. He liked to read philosophy. He even had a pair of fine mages spectacles. Sometimes, he would take long walks pondering the quiet woods near the dragons cave. -------------------- Wasting your time and mine looking for a good laugh. Star Bright, Star Light, Oh I Wish I May, I Wish Might, Wish For One Star Tonight. Posts: 1084 | Registered: Thursday, November 7 2002 08:00 |
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BANNED
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written Thursday, October 28 2004 15:23
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(OOC: The dragon's a she.) The group had not been interrupted by much on its journey. Unfortunately, the smell that wafted before them told them exactly what had happened before they reached their destination. "Phew! What died here?" said Phiz in a stereotypically irreverant tone. Some among the group were offended, but most were too apprehensive about what awaited them to have acknowledged his comment. A peasant ran up to the group with a bleeding woman in his arms, covered in burn marks. Tears flowed down his face and his cheeks were hollow with shock and grief. "Warriors!" cried the man out of desparation. "Warriors, please help this man in sorrow," said he. "Whom did this?" asked Darixen, mustering up the ironclad resolve of a warrior to ward off the gruesome image being towed his way. The man laid his beloved wife on the ground. "The dragon did this, she did," said he. "Flew in from the caves down the road, brast mine hut and smote my beloved, she did," said he. He began sobbing. "The dragon will die," said Darixen. Meteus Rogue sharpened his boomerang with a grin on his face. "Now, mayhap, I will be able to perfect my technique," said the otherwise silent fighter. The peasant nodded and said, "Pray that you use it on the vicious Kyeinoss, whom the eyes of justice do watch with abhorrence." Phiz looked at Darixen with noticable shock and whispered to him, "Are you saying that you actually will slay the dragon?" Darixen shook his head. "It's only right... Besides, isn't it what we planned?" remarked the warrior in riposte. Phiz shook his head and uttered, "You almost sound like you care... But as long as we get our gold..." Darixen and the others moved out. The peasant watched them go. When they were out of sight, the woman disappeared into thin air and the man walked behind a thick tree. In a sudden flash of red, he turned into a pale man with a chizeled physique wearing a skin-tight wife-beater and a similarly fitting pair of boxers. He chuckled under his breath and ran into the forest swiftly and soundlessly. [ Thursday, October 28, 2004 19:12: Message edited by: Kurojutsu the Vampire ] -------------------- 人 た ち を 燃 え る た め に 俺 は か れ ら に 火 を 上 げ る か ら 死 ん だ Posts: 6936 | Registered: Tuesday, September 18 2001 07:00 |
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Master
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written Thursday, October 28 2004 18:23
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OOC: Meteus Rouge, not Mateus Rogue. :P IC: (writer's block, sorry) -------------------- Polaris - Weather balloons, ninjas, and your big daddy Wise Man. What more could you want? Undead Theories - Don't Ask, Don't Tell Posts: 3323 | Registered: Thursday, April 25 2002 07:00 |
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Shock Trooper
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written Friday, October 29 2004 00:31
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OOC: Hmm. Phiz can't change too drastically. Sorry, but I'm going to ignore the post on Phiz this time. And sorry about incorrectly spelling your names, Wise and Ados. O_o Due to small time inconsistencies, I'm mixing both m's chosen and Kurojustu's post around. Kuro's happened first, then m's chosen's second part happened after. IC: The party grew as more passing adventurers joined in onto the group as Darixen continued to shout the different aspects of his books, and conversed loudly about the monsters that could be encountered before the fight with the dragon. Sure enough the first monsters came, on his talk about serpents, when a shill scream pierced the air in the back. Darixen drew out his great mace, the steel shining against the beating sun, and raced to the area of the scream. He dove through the bushes, brushing them away violently as he swung his mace to clear up the place. One of the adventurers that tagged along had been bitten, the fangs of the serpert still in his leg, the blood oozing out and growing a sickly green colour. Darixen swung down once and cracked the serpents head open, litterally splattering it's brain onto the underbrush. The dins of battle approached Darixen's ear as the group confronted more monsters. He reached down and plucked Mahl from the spot, his leg growing black and pus blotching the wound, the blood not even flowing out anymore. "Don't let me die," Mahl started to mutter, his voice faint and trailing as the poison started to work its magic. "Your not gonna die!" Shouted Darixen. "Just hang on a little longer!" He put Mahl on his plated shoulder and hurried back to the group in hopes of finding a healer of a sort. * * * Phiz never expected for an ambush. The scream in the back told his instincts to run. But the appearance of seven serpents in front told him to stay in the group. The fighters in the front drew their weapons, Tados and Meteus Rouge in the front as well. Someone else approached near Phiz, his sword drawn and his green jade eyes shining with confidence. The pointed ears gave it off as a wood elf, his green armor stating doubly so. The silence nearly deafened Phiz's ears. The front roared and charged into the serpents, weapons and fangs clashing together. The first battle Phiz was ever going to witness was taking place. -------------------- "Friendship is two things: Trust, and sharing. I personally see it as a business opportunity." -Random Quote Posts: 203 | Registered: Friday, July 18 2003 07:00 |
