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Post by rlandis on Apr 30, 2011 16:20:59 GMT -5
A world is born. I've been forming a game for the past couple months, a game that everyone can play. Its pure option, and you can jump in and out when ever. The world will continue to turn and move, and all will go on with or without you. As cold as it sounds, but here is the good news! Its a day by day game. Months and years can go by in a single day, or a week can go by and we've only rped for an hour, but it is all depended on the characters and what they are doing. Everyone will be in the dark about what they are playing or doing, onless they tell each other. You may do open posts. Though if you are shy or new to this feel free to keep it private between myself and any other party that gets involved. As long as we don't break the 4'th wall and use OOC info against each other's characters. I will be happy if you post openly. I will play the part of NPC's and the sort, the players may be What ever they wish to be. The setting is a Fantasy world, much akin to Warcraft, Warhammer, DnD, Tolkein, ect. ect. The time period, Renaissance moving into Revolutionary. Kings and Emperors still rule their and, but so do Dictators and Legislative bodies. The player may be what ever they want! A god, a King, a pauper, a whore or peasant! But be warned, I will play the devil's advocate. If you are a God, there will be others to seek your power. If you are king, there will be those after your throne, if you are a peasant, there will always be the Tax Baron, a whore will always have their pimp, and the peasant will always have the lack of safety to Marauders. The game will starts Monday March 2nd. Send me an E-mail on what you wish to be, or post in this thread. I will fill in every blank you leave behind. I will respond to every post within 24 hours and I will give "news" updates for any information that other characters have done to "affect" your world. I will not use names, at times it will seem as if the NPC's have made it happen. Character interaction will be as limited or as open as you want it to be. I would prefer to be present for your interactions, but a copy of the conversation/actions will work for me. Once again, posting the interaction in this threat is supported. Any combat will be solved per situation as deemed fit by the parties involved. No set rules other then I must know everything that is going on in order to preserve the world's structure, but you can keep character's inner thoughts and ambitions hidden from me as much as you like. I do not need to be all knowing, I just need to make sure character's actions are not conflicting with other character's actions. IE, player A invades area C, as does Player B and D. I would have to inform all parties of what they would see or experience. My main focus to be a ref, I will play minor roles, roles you do not wish to play or roles that are needed or asked to be played. I have nothing but free time, so its no issue on my end. The longer you wait, the more the world is developed. Consider it a snow ball game, the longer it goes, the bigger the world and game becomes. Please E-mail me ASAP with character ideas and setting. I will send back feedback ASAP. First call first Serve. If you start a character and you are inactive with them for more then 7 days, I will NPC the character, keeping true to their "style" until either you return or I get the "okay" to fade them out, kill them or permanent NPC them. If they are NPC'd for more then a month, and you wish to rejoin, I will gladly hand the character over. . . But be warned, Fate has a way of returning people to their roots. Thank you. If your uneasy about joining or you have questions, feel free to Text me, 717 4143140, E-mail me via Cillaklown@gmail.com, Facebook message me, or shoot me a message via the BRB board UPDATE!A world is born. The first Character and background has been formed. Two Kingdoms are born, as is a Continent and surrounding ocean. We have two Races created so far, Dark Elves and Humans! Come all, come one! There is a world to build! So much more to be formed! Attachments:
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Post by rlandis on May 1, 2011 14:51:40 GMT -5
UPDATETwo little islands and an additional Kingdom has joined. Attachments:
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Post by rlandis on May 1, 2011 15:07:50 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Tales from the front line! Common news to the Common man![/glow] This Post will be classic "Tavern Gossip." Every time there is a major event, I will post what the "common man" thinks of it.
The Flying Goose boot, the largest Tavern of Polt, the Capital of Pontik.
Froland, a simple bouncer in the local tavern leans in and whispers to his comrades.
"They fell. . . Tor'ilith is no more."
A chorus of gasps and shocked looks bombard the Guard, but he was well prepared.
"Yeah. . . They put the whole kingdom to the whip and collar, so I hear. Dark Creatures, twisted Elves I hear. Look more demon then kin. I hear it only took 7 years for them to fully dominate the land. . . Madness grips the border towns. . . Careful boys."
The Bouncer rose quickly, afraid his boss would see him not at his post. The Night was sober for the men at the table. . . The Tor'ilithians fell, would they be next?
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Post by rlandis on May 1, 2011 21:50:01 GMT -5
UPDATE!Another Joins the game! Three Kingdoms emerge from the unknown! Attachments:
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Post by rlandis on May 1, 2011 22:32:10 GMT -5
The Lands of Helod. Helod has known the birth and death of many races. It has known war and peace. Helod is a Northern Continent, its races range from Dark Elves to halflings, Humans to the darkest creatures the world knows.
((The Pantheon shall be updated every time a new god is created))
Pantheon of Helod: There are many Gods of Helod, each worshiped by separate people. Some religions do not recognize other gods, so for the most part, these gods are separate.
Hidaka: Patron god of the Hidishi people, this god is the god of water and air, crops and livestock, as well as a plethora of peace associated ideas. His religion dictates one should turn the other cheek, flow like water, and brush away the harm like air does with sand.
Tadamuzi: The war god, both wages war in the heaven and on the world for dominance. He constantly battles with Hidaka, trying to prove he is the better. His anger and his wrath is always deflected and bounced away by Hidaka. An unstoppable force met an unbreakable wall. . . The Epic clash of the two Gods has always been, and will always be. Tadamuzi is the Patron god of the Tadati island chain, he dictates his people live with Honor and pride, that every justice be carried out no matter who committed the act. All are equal under the sword.
Dragon god of Gua: This god sees all, and is all. True power is the only concept behind the Dragon God, and the emperor is the only one who can speak to the God. Full commitment and full dedication to the God and his child (The Emperor) is all that he requires. . . Break this, and the wrath of the Dragon will descend upon you.
Pantheon of De'Shou. A simple religion, for every thing that "is" there is a god for it. They normally refer to the god by their title, IE, god of Wood, god of Earth, god of Love.
Ancestors: Self Explanatory, the people of every nation have one form or another of Ancestor worship. The people of Gor'lok steppes follow this concept only.
Tahl'sor: God of Wrath and ruin, love and peace. This god, is the god of inner conflict and self betterment. The patron god of Tor'ilith, Pontik, and Foltuk.
Falo: Elven Goddess of Love and music, she is the goddess known for her mercy and love.
Dor'j: Elven god of Honor and war. He holds everything in balance and sees that everything should be weighed even.
Ra'il: Elven god of Magic, of any form. This god does not see black and white, good or evil, he sees only the furtherment of magic.
He'quil: The Elven Outcast god, the god hated by the other Elven gods for his trickery and his treachery. This god betrayed the other gods long ago, feeling he should be the true master of the Elves. With his trickery he convinced Ra'il to give the Elves Dark magic, with his treachery, he turned those Elves into the Dark Elves. Now, He'quil has what he wants, a people of his own.
Bordin'al the forger. The Dwarven god. To them, Bordin'al created the world, the mountains and the ocean. He is always watching and always forging more lands. He builds a greater and bigger afterlife for the Dwarves each day, giving peace to the fallen warriors of his people.
Wor'zik the Blood drinker. The God of War, murder and savage acts. . . This is the God of those truly lost to the Graces of the gods. He said to be the bastard child of He'qui, the Elven Outcast god. Orcs are commonly associated with this god.
Kingdoms of Helod: Year 3057AR (After Revealing, 3057 years after the fall of the Lost Empire.)
Lost Empire: The only races with the written records of the Lost Empire have long since forgotten the books or locked them away. What is common myth, is as murky as mud. Each race believes that their own people were the founders of the Empire, each race has their own story to its fall. What is known, is that there has never been a force that powerful since.
((This Shall be updated every time a new kingdom comes to be. Use this as reference if you are confused as to who a kingdom is. For more Details on a Kingdom, contact me.))
[glow=red,2,300]((Destroyed)) [/glow]The Kingdom of Tor'ilith was known for being the rock of the north, the boulder of Helod. Tor'ilith was a collection of castles and keeps, great halls and walled villages, the land more fortress then soil. The people of Tor'ilith were always at ready for a raid from the Dark Elves of the North, always at ready to string a bow and mount a horse. It was at Tor'ilith Capital that the last battle and most bloody battle raged with life. The Great tall walls of granite and limestone were stained with blood of Dark Elf and Human. The Gray Knights of the North were crushed, and the King put to the sword. It is not known if the rest of the Royal family still lives. For now, this kingdom has fallen, those that survived have either fled or have become prisoners to the Dark Elves.
Darath'ain Kingdom, the poison of the North. The Dark Elves forged their fate long ago, taking up evil magic and twisted ways. Though Evil they may be, stupid they are not, great Spires and keeps, Art and magic of the darker kind flourish in their kingdom. Always ready to March and always prepared, the Dark Elves have made their intention clear, they will break the lands of Helod and become the true masters! They wish to reforge the Lost Empire in their own image!
Forest Realm of Eluvita, a realm of Magic and mystery. Here stands the True Elves, the last bastion of pure magic and faith. Their society is kept well to themselves, and their trees make sure travelers do not enter. The Magical Forest is quick to turn into a thick maze, one that sends you back out. Little is known of the Kingdom as of late, only a few enter the forest, even fewer leave. Those that do leave, are always silent and speak nothing of the Elven land.
Gor'lok Steppes, the plains, brush of Eluvita, in more then one way. These rolling hills are known to Half Elves and mix bloods. Tribes and villages dot the land but the wild still rules. A single City stands, though it be nothing compared to the Cities of other Kingdoms. The land, much like its people, is nothing more then a giant misfit. None Ever try and conquer the land, for there is nothing to gain other then cattle and horses. The people of the Steppes know peace, as they always have, but they also know how to harass and assault travelers. If you are not of a Clan, or are of the wrong clan, the Steppes will have another skeleton sitting upon a stone.
People of Foltuk, they are a strong people, though they are clearly disorganized. Each City calls themselves the True Capital, each demands that their own Royal Family be the ruling family. To any outside, it would seem to be a mess of political mafias going to war with each other, but to a man of Foltuk, its family, pride, and money on the line. The Current ruling family holds a loose grasp on the land, but they have remained in power for 7 years. A new record for the country.
Principally Federation: Trade Prince Dor'leorn, he ruled with an iron fist. . . in Military matters. The Federation's people on the other hand, ruled via their Legislative body. Constantly the battle of politics goes on between the Prince the Board of Legislates, a balance of power has always been kept. The Federation has always been known for its trade, but in the past couple years, they have become a real militant power due to their new advancements. Magic and machine is the way of the future, so they say, their war machines have proven to be the counter to any force who dares interrupt the Federation's trade.
[glow=red,2,300]((DESTROYED))[/glow]Pontik the realm of the rich. It was said, long ago, that an Elf once saw a tree and set up a tent under this tree. Years went by and his tent became a house. Years later a human joined the elf, making himself a log cabin next to the Elf. Years after that a Dwarf then sat down and joined the group. The Elf, the Human, and the Dwarf then invited their families, the friends, and soon a town was born. Thousands of years later, that town is now the Center Jewel of the mainland. A city with tallest buildings and the largest palaces. Dwarven stonework and Human engineering come together under Elven logic in this Mecca. Just as the kingdom is smashed between the Elves, Dwarves, and Humans of the North, so are the people smashed together in this city. No other city or kingdom holds the population this Kingdom has. If Wealth is a measure of power, then this kingdom is second to none. Though, dark times are about, a Tyrant sits on the throne. He rules over the Kingdom and all of the cities within it, with an Iron first. Even the Northern villages, on the border with the Dark Elven Kingdom, fear their king more then the Elves.
Island of Tadati were no stranger to war. It was said, long ago, that their sister islands of Hidishi were once one land mass. . . But a Great evil and strong magic tore the islands apart, fracturing the land, and the people. Rarely, a Ruler will rise that unites the islands of Tadati, for the most part Warlords rule the separate cities and castles separately. They all hate each other with a fury and a passion, but they hate travelers even more. The chaos of battle is always afire in the islands of Tadati, commonly it spills over into the sister islands of Hidishi.
Islands of Hidishi, are much like their sister islands of Tadati. Warlords and warriors run the country side more then any king could ever. Village against, village, warlord against warlord, province against province. Eternal war is all these islands know. It does not help that the sister islands of Tadati worship the god Tadamuzi, the rival god of their own god Hidaka. Religion, war, bloodshed and murder. . . These are the only things the island chain knows. . . May the Gods have Mercy on any one's soul who thinks they can unite the land.
Nakushita ( Older name Kingdom of Segial), This was once a rough province of farm land and poor nobles, this land had known a single ruler, until 3056AR. The King Leon died, leaving his children to fight over the country side. A civil war between noble brats, a war that the poor man fights. All of the children held rightful reason to want the Kingdom, as well as rightful claim to its throne. The bounty the land held when under king Leon was well known. The crops grown here are enough to feed two countries. . . But as of late, it is not rain that fed the crops, but blood. The bloodshed, was one day put to an End by an Islander, a man from the Tadati Islands. . . Now a Shogun rules the Kingdom, and like any warlord, hungry eyes stare off into the world.
Empire of Gua A true empire at its finest. A single people, a singular ruler. The land knew constant civil war, but a thousand years ago (2057AR) a single man rose to the top and established his bloodline as the Emperors of Gua. Now, sitting upon the Dragon throne, is a young upstart, born 3037AR. The land knows peace, but his armies will soon know war. The Emperor has been eying the lands of Segial and De'shou since his father passed away when the boy was 12.
Kingdom of De'shou a true warrior king sits upon the throne of De'shou. His honor and bravery in battle is well known. He has always pushed away invaders and crushed rebels. He has aged well, though he feels at times he and his country are out-dated and are falling behind in advancements. This is true, for the most part, as the country still uses Bronze weapons and wooden siege devices. Though, the old bastard will admit openly, what he lacks in technology, he makes up for with pure tactical genius.
The United Provinces of Nordill is a collection of happy people who listen to the will of their King, Bjor'dik. The King's family has ruled that area since the country was just a fishing village. The family has always known nobility and respect, they people protection and peace. What the country has in moral, they clearly lack in military might. One of the smallest countries on Helod, they lack any political power outside their borders.
The North province of Underorcherds has always been a protectorate of Nordill, always obeying the royal family but keeping their Independence. Strong with the ocean, the people of Underorcherds have known fishing to be their primary income as well as national pride. Farmland dots the area and the people hold council to solve issues. Though not very populated, the small province holds a number of well known Monasteries.
Deurl Barony though the area may be rich in wood and green with life. . . The countries of the area are not. Much to the joy of Nordil, the Deurl people could and most likely never will unite under a single banner again. Long ago, their great king Deurl the Great, took the lands around the Kurak Mountains. . . Holding all the power to himself, he was quick to make sure none could take his throne away. . . This proved to be a problem when he died of old age. . . As now the Kingdom has a plethora of people claiming to be the king's heir. . . Even if it has been 500 years since the King's death, there are still those who claimed to have royal blood.
Durn is a land known for its people, more then its known for being on a map. The Durnissian People are human, but most would call them something else. When compared to a normal man, there is a no difference. . . But get a Durnissian man drunk, and you have a swearing, sword swinging, horse back riding man whos only passion in the world is more hard drink and a good fight. They are known best for their Hussars, mounted Knights who's armor is taken to look like an Angle. Though a Hussar Knight acts far from an Angle, more akin to an abusive drunk with a death wish. Their people are simple, farmland and rolling hills. . . But their politics is far from. Currently a Tzar sits on the throne and rules the countryside. . . But a Tzar a day keeps the Orcs away, is the saying in the land. . . As common place as a season and as easily replaced by the next, a Tzar dies nearly each battle, fighting Orcish bands from the upper mountains.
Forn'nidur a land home to Giants and ogres, savage humans and even meaner half breeds. Commonly, tribes of Savage nords come down from the mountains of Forn'nidur and strike at the people of Durn, but their attack is always short lived for raiding is the common tactic. Forn'nidur, besides is savage people, is known for its rich gold veins and great snow capped mountains. . . For years the lands of Forn'nidur have seen Dwarven Clans march through, only take take gold and silver. Forever a grudge has been set between the two lands.
Kurak Mountain Kingdom has been a fable of every land. No one, besides the dwarves, have seen the great inner kingdoms. . . For good reason. Dark Creatures share the earth with the Dwarves. . . Many Dark Evils now have freedom because of the Dwarves' reckless digging. A few true Halls stand mighty, a few Clans still hold their ground. . . But over time, the Dwarven might of ages past dwindles even more. Over time, the Dwarven people will be no more.
Torian Desert: Great hills of sand covers the land. A few tribes of humans, orcs, goblins, and other strong willed races, hold the land as their home. . . But the desert is endless to the eye. . . So there is plenty of room, and little conflict. Only a fool would cross the Torian. . . Only a Genius could make it across alive. The Mountains guard the North West, the Ocean to the North, The mountains of Segial's North East, and the great walls of Gua to the South East. Truly, the Torian desert is a bowl of sand.
Savage Foot hills are known for their rolling green hills. . . A few village dot the landscape, but there are no castles, kingdoms or unity of people. Just a hardy people, rain and rolling green hills.
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Post by rlandis on May 2, 2011 1:06:36 GMT -5
UPDATE!!!Another character has joined, another kingdom enters the picture! Attachments:
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Post by rlandis on May 2, 2011 2:17:56 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300][glow=red,2,300]First steps![/glow][/shadow]
These are the Light Intros into the games going on currently. The real intros (the ones involving your characters) will be handled privately until you wish to have them posted here for public reading.
For public reading, please post your reply with the Chapter Name on the top of your post, for easy reference and following.
Much like the post above with the Kingdoms, this post will be continuesly updated as more Chapters open up.
The Dark Chapters
"HAHA!!! Brilliant! Send forth all legions then! Tell Torik that I want him to take this next Kingdom even faster!" The raspy voice echoed through the hall. The Dark Elven King stood up, eying his High General Zeinth. Stepping down from his throne, the Elven king's long flowing purple cape encased the stair case all around as he walked. The before mentioned General Zeinth was still not bold enough to look up. His gaze kept on the floor, his right knee firmly planted on the black stone under him. With a Confident voice the General spoke. "Yes my lord, I will put the orders through, I will have Lesser General Kelissith take control over Tor'ilith as well as supply support to Torik. . . Glory to the King!" With those parting words, the General stood, along with the Knights in the hall. Each of the black armor clad Elves followed the General out of the large hall, leaving the Dark king standing in glory. Finally, he thought to himself, his dreams of being more then a King are about to come true.
Torik, the mad, happily played with a blade of grass. His body was sore from all of the riding he had done. His horse, a Elven Warhorse, pawed at the ground and kicked at the dirt, ready to fight and bite some more. Torik, holding firm to the reins and dropping the blade of grass, finally looked up and nodded his head. Not 10 feet away stood a brute of an Elf, a Commander by the looks of him. The Brutish Elf, who was holding an axe high above his head, gave it a quick dropping motion on the neck of a bent over Human. Torik smiled at the blood splatter, his dark thin lips parted to reveal his purple tongue. "Very good Bokiz, now go run along and tell your General I will be making camp just outside the city. Make sure Kelissith knows he is to do his job, that he is to be a good house maid! HAHA!" The Dark Elven General spurred his horse off, leaving the brute and the dead body behind. In a fit of anger the Brute tossed the axe aside for the lesser officers and servants to take care of. The Brute stormed off, joining a large host of Dark Elves marching their way into the Capital city of Tor'ilith.
Greed and Kings
As the smoke cleared, the applause began to erupt. A crowd of well dressed and well groomed people sat on the stage, in the shade, watching the Prince fire pistol shot after pistol shot. The Servants, in a mad rush to reload the pistols fast enough, were drenched in sweet. Though the Prince was in the center of the field, more eyes were on his Father, Dor'fon the Merciless, king of Pontik. After the mid day sun began to fade, the King left the field, leaving the young maidens and nobles to flirt with his son. He held no love or care for the other nobility, he held care for only one thing. . . More power. "Take me away, I wish to see the camps." Mumbled the King. With a quick lash and a louder command, the coach driver made off with the king and his guard. It was not long before the King could see out the coach's window and behold the sight of his camps. As far the eye could see, soldiers, workers, whores and camp followers, made their way around daily life in the war camp. The King was getting ready, he was always loud about his opinion. . . Foltuk should be his!
Sword Sargent Sorlis was quick to grab his breast plate. He was even quicker out of the tent. He saw his men, running about the camp, getting the area prepared for night fall. . . The boys knew what the last night of the week meant. . . The ladies of the Night would come! A show would be put on, and the ale would flow freely. Sadly, for Sorlis, he had to be duty that night. . . Not to guard the camp from the outside, but to guard the camp from their own soldiers drunken behavior. Sorlis cursed to himself, he knew it was going to be a bad night.
Story of the Whispering grass
The old crone smiled, she knew her days would soon come to end. She was happy to see her grand children grow up and her great grand children take their first steps. She knew this was to be her last night. She knew this would be the night she passed her position down to someone else. Rolling over in the fur covered bed, she eyed her gathered heirs. She saw them all, and was happy to see them all, but she did not see the one face she wanted to see most of all. Giving a sigh and a nod she looked to her eldest son. "Give this to him. . . He is to rule."
Ether it be out of shock, anger, or sadness, the tan skinned man threw the locked scroll case across the hide skin tent. He could not open the case, he could not believe he was not chosen, he could not believe she was gone. Anger raged inside him, but he was quick to calm himself. Deep down he knew he was to be the next ruler. . . He thought to himself for a long time, before finally saying aloud to his wife. "So I shall make myself the ruler."
With a dagger in hand and a sword in the other, the tan skinned man stormed off. Ready to make his own fate.
Strong Seas, Stronger women!
"Dock the damn ship already!" A tall red haired half Elf screamed. With the grace of a cat she lept from the ship to the quickly approaching dock. Landing nimbly, she let her boots resound with a thud, just for dramatic affect. Looking at the dock workers, she smiled, already her mind at work. Letting her blouse hang loose but not open, she waltzed over to the main deck hand. With her head cocked to the side and her hand balanced her hip, she quickly made a deal with the brute. Knowing full well she was going to her way any-way, she simply pushed it even further. It was not till later that night that the deck hand learned he has been talked out a near fortune in mainland spices. It even later that night he came at her with a knife. Though, it wasn't much later the guards found his body dead in the tavern and her no where to be found.
Chapters of the Rising moon and setting sun
"FIRE!!!" At the command a barrage of musket fire went off, a cannon roared and a battlefield full of men charged. The Two sides clashed and the ring of steel filled the air. Men with swords and bucklers, peasents with staves and pitchforkes, nobles with pistoles and and muskets all unleashed hell on the other side. To an outsider, it looks as if the two sides were the same, but to the man on the field, he could tell the Red arm band from the Orange arm band. To the common man, HIS NOBLE, should be the next king of Segial!
Noble Fernan sat upon his white horse, his heavy knights all about him incase of an assain. Watching the battle, Fernan smirked. . . He knew he would win. . . He knew he had the upper hand. . . After all, who could stop him?
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Post by rlandis on May 2, 2011 14:29:59 GMT -5
Two more players have joined! More kingdoms dot the land! Attachments:
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Post by rlandis on May 2, 2011 15:00:30 GMT -5
Greed and Kings
The King sat at his table, The king Dor'fon the Merciless, ruler of Pontik, eyed the Dark Elf infront of him. The Guards posted around the table, all eyed the Elf, their swords sheathed but their hands resting on the pommel. The King, with a bored voice that was half full of chicken leg, echoed through the great hall.
"I know of your people. . . I do war with them commonly. . . Hmph. . . Dogs the lot of them. . . Tell me about yourself, Elf. . . I might have use of you. Speak speak!"
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Post by xenocide on May 2, 2011 15:11:35 GMT -5
Greed and Kings
(charcter name is Xen, seemed appropriate)
"The name is Xen." i say as I set a vial of poison on the tabe casually, looking at the king. 'This vial hosts the most dangerous poison in my arsenal. For a price, I can deliver this poison, with pinpoint accuracy, into the the heart of your foe. And if I fail, who would trust one such as myself if I where to give your name out? My kind is not trusted, and with good reason. Name your target and what your willing to pay. If i take your job consider it as good as done. No paperwork, no oaths. One shot. One kill."
I set back into my chair, resting casually. After a breath, I speak again. "Of myself you need not know, for the more you know the less you will wish you knew. know that i am effective and illusive. i can get in, out, and on my way before most suspect a thing. that in and of itself should be enough for you, for this way you can say all you know is that you have heard my name before if someone asks you. I expect 70 percent of the price up front and the remainder delivered to a specific place and a specific time that i will notify you of upon completion." I sit forward picking up the vial of poison and looking at the king thru it. "These are awful expensive but they get the job done. Double wammy of a stab wound and a poison that merely touching it causes the target to be bed ridden for a month. I'm not cheap. I am, however, effective."
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Post by rlandis on May 2, 2011 15:23:17 GMT -5
Of Greed and Kings
The King leaned forward, his gaze unfaultering. "Very well."
Standing up, and looking back, he nodded his head toward the Dark Elf. At once, two servents stepped forward with coin bags, full to the top. The price set was for more then enough to cover the cost of a whole barracks of men.
"Iron and copper, gold and silver. . . These are metals I'm after to fuel my war. . . If I am to crush the lands just south me, I will need their figure heads taken out. . . I will have you remian here, in my castle, for a few days. I will provide your escort out of my borders to the lands of Foltuk. . . For now. . . Enjoy your stay in my caslte. . . Oh, and my personal guard will keep watch of you."
The king, after pointing to his guards, turned and left the room. The Arrogance of the king was well know, and well demonstrated by his quick departure. The king didn't even wait for a response.
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Post by xenocide on May 2, 2011 15:35:18 GMT -5
Greed of Kings
Smiling at the two servants, I cock my head to the side and, looking thru the vial of poison at one of the servants, ask "So, how much in the bags? I'm going to assume this is the seventy percent i spoke of earlier?" I stand up slowly as to not rais the alarm of the guards, pocketing my vial of poison in the process. "If you gentlemen don't mind, I would greatly appreciate some food. discussions with your king have been quite taxing." i smile evily at the head of the guards "also, I would appreciate seeing where i am to stay for the next few days." I pull the hood up on my cloak, a midnight blue piece of cloth that is hard to tell where it stops and starts. "I will do my best to make our time together as easy as possible. Shall you all do the same?" I take the two bags of coins and stash them away.
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rlandis
Journeyman
FOR THE EMPIRE!
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Post by rlandis on May 2, 2011 15:41:35 GMT -5
Of Greed and Kings The guards grunted, they pointed to the hall, opposite to where the king went. "Come with us. . . We will show you the way. We can have a servent bring food your chamber later. The King's court gets to eat first."
True to their word, the guards gave the elf a bed chamber as well as food later that night. There was a small library in the heavily decorated room, as well as a tall stained glass window. The outside world was busy, and ever moveing. . .
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Post by arathos on May 2, 2011 15:49:44 GMT -5
Chapters of the Rising Moon and Setting Sun
A man, clothed mostly in black and dark blue, seemed to come from nowhere on the flank of Fernan's knights. He held his hands up to show he had no weapons, and knelt before the noble. "I come on behalf of my lord, the Daimyo of the Army of the Wayward. We understand you seek victory here today; perhaps you have need of our services in securing this victory?"
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Post by xenocide on May 2, 2011 15:49:50 GMT -5
Of Greed and Kings
[for farther notice, thoughts to myself ill place in () and out of game ill place in [], if that is acceptable?]
after eating and watching the crowd, I look thru the books until i find something that interests me, and then I find a place with a clear view of the window and the doorway (im an assassin, the king might try and have me killed just for the sake of it) and ill sit down to read.
[do drow sleep like normal humanoids, or do they trance like in dnd? something that will come in quite handy to know]
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