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Post by Kevinness on May 11, 2005 12:18:07 GMT -5
(OOC: All comments made in this thread should be in character unless otherwise noted by parenthases "()" and an "OOC:" beginning in those post such as this one. You can start different RPs if you want but this shall be a medieval/fantasy set RP with basic characters, in other words you don't necessarily have to be bound by D&D rules. I'm gonna start it off in a kingdom of Gwynoir, either go with it or not, your choice. Also as a starting place for now I'll go with a Tavern for now just to leave it uncomplicated. All Mods are GMs in a sense and play is open to everyone, remember no power playing, aka using other people's characters without their permission. Try not to over power also, leave some weaknesses to let more problems/plots arise. And most of all have fun.)
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Post by Kevinness on May 11, 2005 12:43:42 GMT -5
(OOC: Since I already have a character from the Utopia RP I'll be using him. Don't ask about plot holes there...)
He pushed the oaken door aside lightly letting his gaze fall into the gentle warmth of the room that now sat lazily before him. The tavern seemed a solitude against the ever persuing cold that now nipped at his back with the frost tinted winds swirling through the ruffles of his robe and cloak. He gently closed the door to the tavern as he stepped over the threshold onto the pine floor with the crunch of snow still firmly attached to the metal guards on his heavy boots. He shifted his eyes to the sides cautiously not knowing what to expect out here on the frontier of the wilds even though the kingdom of Gwynoir had long sworn its fealty to that of the goodly races, you could never be to careful. He raised his ears a little as he removed the cowl of his cloak revealing his slight Elven features which had been parseed down from his mother's side of the family, once a proud member of the Elven race. He ran his left hand through his short, black hair removing some of the frost that had blown up under the cowl then removed his cloak as he placed it gently on a wooden hanger then smoothed out the front of his black robes with his left hand. The stranger found a nearby table away from the bar, which seemed to keep its stock of patrons even with the cold weather, and sat down silently as he felt a familiar tug on his mind.
"You shouldn't have left that kingdom from before, you should have at least left some word that you were leaving or that.. I don't know, just left things better than you had."
"I know," he replied silently in his mind knewing full well that his sword could clearly hear him, "but they didn't need me. I'm a loner and you know it. I have no right to rule over a kingdom of any sort no matter what the people think, nor any inclination to do so."
"But still..." the sentient object sheathed along his back whined, "it would have been the right thing to do."
"And when have you known me to do the right, or sensible thing for that matter?"
"How did I end up with you as a master anyway, you're only trouble."
"You choose me, remember?" Barax thought.
"And I've regretted it ever since," the sword replied as Barax heard the thing laugh jokingly in his mind.
"Anyway we'll continue this conversation later," Barax motioned for a meal, "for now I need to eat," he thought as the warm meal arrived.
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Post by Kaze on May 14, 2005 15:20:43 GMT -5
((whoohoo! ^^ ))
Kazeko saw the tavern in the distance. The soft glow was warm and inviting against the biting contrast of whiteness and blackness in the snowy night. Amidst the straggly, leafless trees, she permitted herself a rare smile. Exhaling a billowing cloud of white frost, Kazeko pressed onward towards the village. The druid pulled her cloak tighter at the throat. Warmth and a place to rest; those were her needs.
In the back of her mind, the half-elf loosely pondered her present state. A wanderer, a speaker of sooth, a bard, a magician, a warrior, a priestess, a healer. All roles she had played since her exile one-thousand-and-fifteen years ago. Had it been so long? It felt like only yesterday that she and her familiar, a wolfkin called Ananda, had been banished from the Whitefire Clan.
For reasons she rarely discussed, her banishment had all but ended her life. Ananda, though he had chosen to stay with her, was hard pressed to keep her from making rash decisions. Her stoicism in the face of humanity was a false facade, the wolfkin knew. From within the amber pendant that hung between her breasts, he held firm to her moral and ceaselessly turned her in the right direction, regardless of his containment within the enchanted stone. When a druid's soul dies, so does the druid. And after so many years of solitude, it was becoming increasingly evident that her will was wavering. The wolfkin would be at her side whenever she called- but for now, it was best to wait.
The village had been much closer than it appeared. Wrapped in a billowing cloak of a shadowy hue, she was almost indistinguishable from the oppressively silent night. Approaching the tavern, Kazeko shook the white flakes of snow from her heavy cloak. Though the deep hood obstructed her features from view, a pair of oddly luminous jade orbs glanced about before entering the tavern. The change of lighting caused these eyes to narrow for a moment, though she adjusted quickly. Moving forward with a catlike grace, the half-elf made her way to the back of the room, to stand amidst the shadows and find her bearings. No use giving wind of her presence if old acquaintances were about. She had no desire to do business with anyone at the moment. Pulling a flask from deep within her robes, she uncorked it and took a deep draft. The fiery liquid burned, but she ignored the sting. The draught warmed her from the inside out, and she began to watch the other people in the room with slight interest.
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Post by grayson on May 16, 2005 8:37:53 GMT -5
( ;D)
Vishtu awoke with a start, he had just had "THE" dream. The same dream that had tormented him for ages, the one that every time he had it every thing seamed to go wrong. It seamed to remind him of his wife and daughter playing in the snow, the same snow that chilled his heart as much as the land of late. His mind had wandered to far he thought to him self.He grabed his money bag as he desided to got and drown his sarrows in ale.
As he entered the bar, change bag jingling marrily, he noticed that two of the inhabitance of the same bar where differnt in his many years of running Vishtu had yet to see such a sight in a bar full of normal human beings there in the conner sat one half-elf and entering from the door another.
Secretly he thought, are they together, he had never even seen more than one ,in the same place at once. It was at that time that he noticed that the female of the two had a wolfkin and she moved to the back of the bar and took out her own falsk and took possibly the biggest drink he had ever seen then he desided to buy a drink but not just ale he bought a bottle of moonshine and deside he'd stay at least a little longer.
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Post by Grand Master Ninja Monkey Lyn on May 16, 2005 12:08:06 GMT -5
as cyn looks up to see a man holding a a bag he thinks to himself"thats the same way he was holding it."cyn remembers his son who had died at a young age(natual cause)cyn says to himself"who is that?"as he look to the corner. he decides that he will keep to himself ,stands up,and walks to the bar when he remembers to grab his shurikin that fell from its place a while ago."i wont dwell on the past...its too painful..."cyn thinks of his late wife who was raped and killed by bandits.as he walks to the bar his boots stained with blood from awhile ago make a squshy sound from the snow melting, his black pants wet from tears swoshing as he walks he puts his hood on covering his eyes."...but i'll still live for you."
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Post by grayson on May 17, 2005 10:09:43 GMT -5
Vishtu begain to drink the previously mentioned moonshine. Then he noticed some big guy reach down and pick up a shurinkin that was obviously too large for any normal person to weild. It was then that he thought had his sences gotten keener than before he started to drink or was he just haluconating(pardon the spelling). He couldn't stay there much longer so he went over to the stage which turned out to be a stool he stood apon to make his halfling self taller than the humans and half-elfs there. He begain to sing, he sang song of the dream and it made him feal better.... (song next post.)
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Post by grayson on May 18, 2005 9:40:25 GMT -5
(Singing) "Dreams of earthquakes, Dreams of hurricanes, Dreams of pouring rain, Dreams of tidal waves.[to wash us all away] Dreams of guns blazed, Dreams of fire rage, Dreams of swollen graves, Dreams of hollow pain, All gone. No more fallen, No more enemy, No more casuality, No more dream. Fall into sleep, Fall into me, I have a dream, But nobody cares, Nobody wants to listen. Fall into sleep, Fall into me, Hang on to a dream that nobody wants, Nobody cares anymore. Dreams of mourning grief, Dreams of disbelief, Dreams of tragedy, Dreams of our disease.[to take us all away] Dreams of fidelity, Dreams of inner peace, Dreams of loyalty, Dreams of unity. All gone. All gone. Fall into sleep, Fall into me, I have a dream, But nobody cares, Nobody wants to listen. Fall into sleep, Fall into me, Hang on to a dream that nobody wants, Nobody cares anymore. The angels are injured, Fall with broken burning wings, Are we dead inside, Are we blind, We can't keep moving forward, Backwards with closed eyes, We're losing sight, All lost inside. No more fallen, No more enemy, Fall into sleep, Fall into me, I have a dream, But nobody cares, Nobody wants to listen. Fall into sleep, Fall into me, Hang on to a dream that nobody wants, Nobody cares, Nobody wants, Nobody cares anymore. All gone. All gone. All gone. All gone." ( tis the depressingly good song ;D ) (- Mudvayne Fall Into Sleep)
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Post by Kaze on May 18, 2005 12:13:09 GMT -5
The druid leaned against the wall, hood still cloaking her features in shadow. The rough warmth exuding out of the walls and floors of the edifice seeped through to her bones. Ananda gave a soft whine beside her, sitting on his haunches and giving her with almond-shaped eyes a gratifying amber look of contentment. At the moment, the wolfkin was barely visible, constructed mostly of positive energy.
Returning the flask to her cloak, Kazeko fingered the hem of her robes, pondering the vitality of humankind. They had the oddest habit of wearing their sorrow on their sleeves. It was not that they wer incapable of mastering their pain... they seemed to take comfort in it. To relish in their existence. It was odd to her. Was it better to show one's pain or to keep it hidden? Kazeko believed more in the latter, and as she lay her hand upon the semi-transparent head of Ananda, she stiffened her resolve. She would fix all that had been broken and tie the past down. Unlike these humans, she did not have any reason to revel in her emotions. Dwelling on the unchangeable was worthless- only action could save tortured souls. Only action could alter the course of the future. Stepping from the shadows, Kazeko made her way towards the exit.
Pausing next to the exit, one hand against the roughly hewn door, she glanced around again, her gaze stopping for a moment upon a creature of similar ancestry. The sword at his side had caught her attention, gleaming in the dull light with an unearthly glow. The druid glanced around- no one else seemed to have noticed the oddity of the weapon. It was giving off its own aura, as if alive in itself. Something familiar about the weapon, perhaps the evidence of a spirit within the inanimate object, struck a chord. Where had she seen such power before?
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Post by grayson on May 18, 2005 15:29:01 GMT -5
As vishtu finished his ballid he noticed that one of the half-elfs was at the exit staring at the other one. It was then that he noticed the other half-elf's wepon. He'd been on the ground and unable to see it from there. The wepon GLOWED!!! Was that just another haloucenation. (once again excuse my spelling) He thought better than to find out.
He payed the bar tender. And ran to his room grabbed at his stuff, and a mirrior fell from it. It cought his attention he had not looked at the mirror for ages and he didn't want to but some thing drew him in.
As he touched it the faint smell of lilac, the purfume his wife favored, came from it he turn the mirror round to look at the image that would be reflected...
....but as he looked at it he say not himself but the form of the one he loved. In the mirror the dream repeated itself, much to the torment of the bard. He begain to cry he wanted the dream to stop, but he could not remove his hand from the mirror. As he tried it begain to burn through his gloves.
He closed his eyes and remebered some thing his wife had said, "It's nothing don't dwell on it I'll always be with you in mind or soal." But know that he thought about of it she had left him all alone that weightly challengedeful day, though not by her choice. He remembered his promace opened his eyes and the dream faltered.
He put it away and ran down the steps and out of the tavern. Or at least tryed at the last turn, before the exit he ran in to the currious half-elf knocking her in to the snow and taking her hood off. Which is how he knew it was a she. But then he gaped at what lay between her breasts the nobals knecklase!! He desided it really was the time to get out of there. But as he tryed to help her up even more problems occured as she fell on to him.
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Post by Kaze on May 18, 2005 16:05:57 GMT -5
Kazeko leapt off the man, her eyes burning with a vengeance. She was not wrong- he had seen the pendant and had recognized it. Reaching into her robes, she quickly withdrew a silver dagger, which she plunged into his side without a moment's hesitation. pulling her hood back up to cloak her elven features, she leapt high with a feline grace, landing upon the roof silently, jade orbs staring downward with a frightening stoicism.
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Post by Kevinness on May 18, 2005 16:49:06 GMT -5
(OOC: meh, this will be crap)
Barax slowly ate his meal in silence at first, enjoying the sensation of eating, but still tasting no flavor roll over his tongue. Suddenly the silence was broken by a half drunken twit stumbling on stage and singing a rather depressing song, although it was wung quite well considering the halfling was drunk from what Barax could tell. He winced as he remember the lives that had been wiped off the plane due to his own drinking one night. Continuing his meal he noticed a wispy figure move by him towards the door then pause.
"Master.." the sword wined.
"I know," Barax mumbled as he felt the figure's gaze fall steadily upon the sword.
Suddenly a small figure darted towards the door as Barax was broken from his memories and worries realizing that the song and halfling hadf disappeared from stage. The small person slammed into the cloaked figure sending both of them sprawling out the door into the snow and knocking the cowl back revealing the female underneath. As the door slowly swung back into its closed position he saw the halfling on the ground pinned underneath her then a quick flash of silver that quickly plunged into the bard's side and retreated quietly back into the cloak it had appeared from. Barax quickly rose from his seat as the smell of blood filled his nose and quickly moved to the now motionless door. He blew through the door shoving it aside to see the now alone halfing clutching his side as the red snow began to grow out from around him. Kneeling down beside the wounded man Barax gently placed his hand over the wound instantly weaving a bit of magic into the gash and quickly stopping the blood flow. Then rising to his feet he looked around into the nearby landscape for any track of the woman.
Finding none he looked back down at the halfling, "That should heal fast, but you'll have a scar there for quite awhile."
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Post by Kaze on May 18, 2005 17:02:01 GMT -5
The druid looked down upon the two men. The cold of the snow bit through her robes, but she hardly felt the gnashing teeth of winter on her bare arms as she pushed up her sleeves. Holding her hands palm-down, Kazeko began to chant softly under her breath, her melodic voice laced with a thick and untraceable accent.
"Eleka nahmen nahmen ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen... may flesh not be torn, may blood not be spilt. Eleka nahmen nahmen ah tum ah tum eleka nahmen. Bring to me that which holds in it's core the same power as that of my brothers. Eleka Eleka nahmen."
A vivid emerald aura began to seep from her palms, slowly encomparseing her entire being. With a great leap she landed behind the other half-elf, the aura snatching the sword from its sheath. With a sharp turn she faced away from him, leaping back onto the roof, the eerie green light now encomparseing the sword as well.
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Post by Kevinness on May 18, 2005 17:16:33 GMT -5
Barax felt a build up of energy start to form slowly above him and braced himself, Let her strike first, he thought. He felt the soft impact ripple through the ground as she landed softly behind him then felt an aura envelop his sword. The sword wrenched free of the sheath as Barax turned around to see her leap to the top of the tavern with his sword in hand. He tilted his head to the side then smiled slightly as he felt the energies that formed his right hand slowly extract themselves from inside his robes and rematerialize outside them. The compacted energies swirled as his hand slowly clenched and unclenched gathering the magical weavings from the air for his next spell. Suddenly, with a flick of his wrist he shoved his magic hand through a sub-portal riding the energies up to the roof as his hand burst out of the nothingness beside her grasping the sword's hilt and then transfering it too down the magical threads to reappear beside him. He then slowly placed the sword back in its hilt and let his right hand phase back out of the material plane resting the dormant energies against his stomach under the robes.
"Wanna try that again?" He said focusing his eyes into the spectrum of magic readying his defenses for a fight.
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Post by Kaze on May 18, 2005 18:19:03 GMT -5
A smirk appeared on the druid's face as she pulled her cloak off- the sword had reduced it to tatters. The close-knit clothing underneath did not offer half of the warmth of the cloak, but again she ignored the cold. Snow swirling around her lithe form, she held her palms out again. Drawing the emerald aura closer to herself, Kazeko touched one hand to the amulet.
"Tum ah tum ah nahmen eleka. Inner spirit, free thyself."
The wolfish shape of the Kazeko's familiar withdrew itself fully from the amulet and leapt down to face the other half-elf. Kazeko, with a short laugh, also descended, coming to rest on the opposite side as her familiar.
"Ananda, we want to examine that weapon. The male would never give it freely. This we know. Take it. "
The wolfkin charged immediately, fangs beared. Kazeko pulled three daggers from their place at her hip and threw them directly at the male. She stopped quickly and leapt back in order to arseess the damage.
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Post by grayson on May 19, 2005 10:45:50 GMT -5
Vishtu stood there in shock as the man who was at thee bar came out of the pub and open the door just as the daggers that the girl had thrown hit. He desided to stop this bicheting(suce the spelling). He pull a violet orb out of his cloke and through it in the middle of all this all three were instantly disabled and paralized and the sprit wolfkin recedied in to the necklase.
Vishtu thought this the most opertune moment to walk to the orb and speek. though he had not done so other than to him self or singing in years. "I am Vishtu Tsunabi, and you need to calm down!"
Vishtu smerked and continued, "I see that you have the noabls necklase and you have a possesed sword." Though neather could move any other part of there body, they both gaped at him in astonishment and managed to say, at the same time, "How could you possibly know that!!"
"Simple I'm a bard it's my bussiness to know." He made a look that sent a shiver down both of thier backs, and resumed his speech, "As i was saying i know these things because i am a trafficer of information. But the one thing I don't know is who or what he is." he said pointing directly at Cyn.
(yes i wrote in your diaglog but i can't really wait for you guys to post and lyn and i dissgussed how i could move his character around if need be)
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