A Hero's End?? Or The End Of A Legend?

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc: I'm taking my own advice, I got inspired....
the events that have happened are precisely 5 years after the events in Fishermans Wharf...
Rolando Went with trinity and assisted in briningng down the cult,
he wanted to live with trinity for a long time, but, in a minor fit of insanity told him it would never work out due to the differences in one anothers lives.
So Rolando Sailed off, Alone.
He journeyed across the oceans and seas for 2 whole years, trying to find a place he would be content to Die.
At last he has come to the one place he feels would be appropriate, Brimston.
Scince The Fall of Mikba, the town has reformed somewhat, but not as much as one might hope, it's still a good place to go if you want to dissappear for a very long Time.
Anyone Can come in, Because it's been almost a year that all of his friends have known he was here.
Most of the RP will be taking place in the large house that he built, however if someone DOES manage to convince Him or help him in some way, we'll take it from there...
No this is not a "Final" Thread, it's just this is where the events have carryed the charicter.
The years have been as kind to roland as ever, dispite his good luck and fortune, So he's still pretty darn handsome...
I will begin this thread in a few hours with a what I hope will be a very convincing first post....
I dont know how long I'll hold out for a first post...20 posts on my part would be sufficent.
If no one responds in that time, he will have lost all hope and will go about a 5 post Run to kill himself...It's very hard to kill someone as old as him...*Laughter*
Just thought you should be fairly warned, Im off to write My Greatest Storyline Yet!!
Adui Untill later!!!

 

[Roland Gilliad]

Appasionatta.....

*his fingers glided slowly over the cool Ivory keys....his soft, Wool and satin robe providing comfort against the chilly room....his soft eyes closed, his ravenblack hair cascading down his shoulders and framing his firm, strong face...There was a hint of sadness in all of his movements...the deft strokes of his arms and fingers across the many white and black keys of the Huge Grand Piano...custom built especially for him...indeed he almost thought....especially for this occasion.....To his side, a bottle of 100 Year old Cognac, Unopened...a Solid Looking, Mithryl Dagger...The Ornate Hilt inscribed with many runes, a Dragons head at the butt of the hilt, Upon the Hilts of the blade...a name was Inscribed in Elven..."Vixen"....he wore the same fine boots he did that fateful night he came into this town called brimston....When the young, comely looking lady came up to him...asking what a man like him was doing so openly in this shadowy town...The relationship began with the name of an enemy that would draw them together...."Mikba"....Inside of the great room, portraits hung...Commissioned by King Charles the Seventh Of this regon...Commemerating the heros whom at last brought the tyrant of crime down......Rolando Gilliad...Vixen....The Snakeman Sith...Lokken...Indeed...Four people thrown together by a common cause...Had preformed greater than all the armys of this nation....He stood up...walking to the huge glass wall on one side, overlooking the entire city...He saw the soft lamplights flickering, For those who still were awake in this quieter town...of course crime still existed...But that went without saying...Not even Brimston could be clensed by the mighty blades and Magiks of the four...he sighed, looking back to the piano, and walking with silent footsteps towards it, taking his seat again, memorys flowing back to him through time...his slender, strong fingers touched the keys like feathers as he slowly began to play....The song was Recognizable...Appasionatta...*

 

[Morgoth]

OOC: Since you're having a flashback, I think that I will to.

IC: Lokken walked into the town of Brimston fairly early. He walked the streets and inhaled the smells. This place sure brought back memories. Then he sighted the Great Manor of Roland the Great. Lokken's mind filtered over times of old and of adventure. When the dragon was as rare as an orc, when knights were everywhere, setting off on quests. He made up his mind and walked up to the large door. He knocked a few times before Roland opened it. "Roland!" shouted Lokken, embracing his old friend.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc: *laughs at morgoth* He wouldnt come to the door..But hey..
ic:
*he blinked hard* Lokken...*he pushed away a bit but managed a weak smile* It's been a while...Come in. *his tone was soft, unlike roland, his manner was calm, TOTALLY Unlike roland. He walked in, leaving the door open for him, going back to his piano playing, his eyes soft, prehaps even sad, his style smooth, liquid and gracefull.....if nothing else, This was Unlike Roland TOTALLY..*
(Moneytalks told me she was going to post...So Until she does, I wont be posting again. *L*)

 

[Ravenloft]

OOC: Roland... Look into the At Sea thread. There might be a place for you and some of the others from Wharf soon enough... Just continue your hunt for Cervantes and his posse. Heheh! He MUST have a high bounty on his head for all the wrong he has done *And will do* in his life... I doubt the *common good folk* would want him to continue breathing... Muahahaha!!! Chase us! Heheh! Maybe give us four a page to set the story rolling though...

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc: *nods* Maybe ravenloft....I do have a few chars who WOULD Go after them. Mwa! *evyl smile*
rigth now, I'm waitin on money here, but when your sea gets rolling, I'll send My Two newest chars after ye...Maybe a surprise Guest appearance by the Man himself. *G*
Who Knows?!

 

[poohlive]

Ooc: Roland... come I need your help. I'm planning a "good" ship of heros to join forces and stop Cervantes. I have a few characters, and would like yours to become part of my crew there as well.
We could scour the seas, fighting for what was right, and protecting the innocent... or we could get drunk a lot and have sex with a whole bunch of women, either way the Were-Hyena's going down.
You with me?

 

[Roland Gilliad]

ooc: *l* Sure thing Poohlive..*LMAO* Well, I had planned like four charicters...*lmao* So I've got a whole bunch of them right now....All of them are bounty hunters, Ya know? *g*

HEY MONEYTALKS!! IF YE ARE NOT GOING TO REPLY PLEASE TELL ME!

 

[Morgoth]

Lokken walked into the mighty house and sat down at a table. "Seen Vixen lately?" he asked, totally oblivious of her encounter with Cervantes.

 

[Roland Gilliad]

*He winces visably, continuing to play, if not a little edge* Wrong subject old friend..*sighs softly, looking to the door now and then, lowering his head...Wishing inwardly that she would bust down that door..come in here and tell him of whatever adventure she had seen...He began to softly cry...Missing her...trinity...god..well..that was what tonight was for..He looked to the sharpened dagger, his eyes flaming, yes...it would be soon enough.*

 

[Morgoth]

"Sorry", said Lokken. "Well, what have you been up to, old friend?" he asked.